Deep thought. Not that this is saying much, but I’m more practical than I used to be. I’m not sucked into things so much. I don’t miss it. Except for those few times I’m reminded of mystical things, deeper meanings, symbols. Magic. I don’t feel magic the way I used to. I’m not as spiritual.

But, a la Thomas Moore, I think I’m more soulful. It’s easier for me to observe the outside world, and to appreciate it. My husband, my daughter. The weather, the cracks in the streets, things like that. People at the grocery store, at work, people crossing the sidewalk.

I laugh more.

Maybe I don’t need the other side of myself as much as I used to. Or maybe it’s just changed into something earthier.