I’m not afraid to admit I am emotional. It is not a weakness; it is a sign that I am not numb to the swords swung at me in this world. That some days, I am not immersed in positivity. Some days, I’ll cry, and feel defeated. Others I will feel God-like and believe I can reach the heavens themselves in one proverbial leap. There are hurricanes and wondrous islands that find placement in me. I am not afraid to express the drought or the tide.
just noticed the webcam flashing above my monitor and realised I’ve been recording myself blogging in this position for an hour and twenty minutes
It’s a terrible thing, isn’t it, the way we throw people away?
The trouble is if you don’t spend your life yourself, other people spend it for you.