Roots

Have you ever noticed that whenever something dramatic/traumatic happens we instantly return to our roots? I don't mean neccessarily our roots of family, but that happens sometimes too. More often than not, when I say that I return to my roots I am talking about my friends. Those people whom no me better than I know myself most of the time and whom can challenge me by saying one word. Whenever something happens that I don't like or that completely and utterly rocks my boat...I turn to my roots for explanation. I have to give kudos to this group because they are always there for me and they always have some insight to lend to the situation. Who knows? Anyways, guess I should catch some more zzz's before I'm off to my new "month" of work and the new "me." :)