This struggle, to identify, to become. It has many shapes.
Sharp edges. Dizzying twists. Dank alleys.
Sometimes the pull to stop. To rest. To pretend. It’s tantalizing.
Then I catch site of my alfalfa sprout and laugh. Or feel the echo of that fetid voice and tremble.
Documenting. Acknowledging. Seeking. This is how I will succeed.
And just as important as disinfecting old wounds and polishing the fragments of self I find along the way is absorbing. The now. So here’s how This Week Rocked.
This Week Rocked
- Lee told me my words will help others. And I believed it could be true for the first time.
- A friend made that shy belief a truth.
- Friday’s commute only took 25 minutes and didn’t involve car horns, gestures or inventive language.
- I gave myself permission to recharge.
- Lee and I laughed in hiccuping loops over this GIF.