It is a practice in acceptance, a discovery of more tolerance, and a space clearing exercise that helps in these confined times.
to throw them at the wall like spaghetti to see if they’ll stick. Almost a character study in a vampire’s life, there’s nothing looking back at me when I check the mirror.
If you get hit by a car it will probably hurt, the sky is blue, and pigs don’t fly.
They are the frequency holders, the butterfly riders, the forever people.
Writing was always a form of therapy, typing the thoughts out often makes things clearer, I see where my mistakes were made, or where the juxtaposition of my thinking took a header off the cliff.
“but those 12 suggestions I followed on the walls of the rooms of AA have left me more capable than ever before to deal with this pandemic.”
So, with twenty drafts of the same story piling up, it is clear that that piece of the puzzle is just going to have to come into focus in a different manner. The size of the thoughts too large to fit through the doorway of a single post.
M.E.S.H. – My Experience, Strength, and Hope.