does it look like I’m ok?
When contemplating my basic programming note from the other day, I
woke up with the thought that the point of the game is to overcome
it… There is no other way.
My tears are falling like rain again this morning, woke up to another
reason to cry. I have cried in a variety of venues, but these written
tears are the gold that they contain. I know there are other people
out there who cry alot too. I was once told that to cry is a sign of
strength. I am one hell of a powerful woman.
and I am a woman… and it pains me daily.
I need to know that I can continue to put on a face, but at what cost?
My inner turmoil is so great. Such is the sensation that comes with
the realization that what you have is stale, and will not change shape
anymore. In yoga, I was told that the key to longevity is a flexible
spine. “A reed that bends with the wind” as it were. I daresay this
situation has caused me to reflect upon which way I must now bend…
I’ve bent as far this way as I can. I lie prostrate before you.
I need a hug.
Thank god for kids, because otherwise you’d lose your mind. I like
getting wrapped up in their complete surrender. Frannie hugged me last
night… and kissed my eyebrow. It’s been like forever…
I’m going to spend the day hugging myself, after all, his Lordship
declared it my day last night. My day indeed.