You know you really kick my butt. I spaced out and then cried and cried after last session. Then I went waaaaaay outside my comfort zone over the weekend. I don't even know what to think of myself for it, but I know it was what I needed to do, to put myself in a place where there'll be support and community for the rough months coming. I'm almost ashamed to tell you about it, but I think I should be proud of myself for it... It's strange how I get so ashamed of things that others might consider achievements...
I'll be okay. I can do this.
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'...
At poor peace I sing
To you strangers (though song
Is a burning and crested act,
The fire of birds in
The world's turning wood,
For my sawn, splay sounds,)
...'
Dylan Thomas, Author's Prologue
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