I don’t want to carry my heart around like a burden anymore. I long for connection and compassion and partnership.
A few days ago, I found out that my cat is sick. I’ve had Rex since I graduated from college. He’s now 15 years old, and is the sweetest, most loving, cat in the world. Like all animals, he’s cuddly and soft and dependable. Like all animals, he loves me (his owner) unconditionally.
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 ...