Going to the workshop tomorrow. Went to another poetry group the other night, which was nice. I realize I've been through some real war-style poetry workshops years ago. Glad that's over.

"Life is strange. If you love something let it go, if it comes back to you it was yours, if it doesn't it never was." --?

Thinking about that quote tonight, trying not to worry, to just enjoy the moment. But love sure is a bitch.

Will workshop a poem called "The Damselfly" in the workshop if there's time. Eager to write some new poems this summer and to spend time revising older work.