I don’t want to carry my heart around like a burden anymore. I long for connection and compassion and partnership.
I will try to remember daily that I am not alone. I’ll write my way out of this coffin I have nailed myself into. I will turn my fear into fare, and chew it up and spit it out. Then I’ll stomp on it boldly and leave it in the dirt. I’ll cleanse my palate with deliciousness and rejoice in the ...
I was there as well. And then I realized I did not know shit. I still do not, but I know a little more now than I did back when I thought I knew everything, pontificating from the safety of an emotional condom.