This weekend is the one year anniversary of the day I got baptized.  Last year I went to New York Comic Con on Saturday, then got baptized on Sunday.  I had been invited to go to watch the filming of Black Girls Rock by my company, but because of the baptism, I didn’t go.

This year, I’m recovering from two doubles, Comic Con is happening, but I don’t have a ticket, and Black Girls Rock isn’t being filmed in NY.  I went to karaoke to celebrate, but my heart wasn’t in it tonight to stay.

Last night I worked a gig until late.  One of the other poker dealers was an old friend who I haven’t seen in a while.  Last year she was in the middle of a nasty divorce and because of the actions of mutual friends, she cut off all her friends from facebook.  This included me, so this was the first time we saw each other since our phone conversation discussing this, but we never got a chance to speak much after that.  It felt like she was guarded, but I was honest, as per usual.  It hurt to sense she felt this way, even though she admitted I wasn’t part of the issue, but words only tells part of the tale.

Things are changing.  I can see it in what’s happening around me.  I can even feel it in my body.  Even though I would love to go to comic con this weekend, I haven’t been offered a ticket, and maybe it’s for the best, however, you never know what may happen tomorrow.