I locked my keys in my car. All I did was leave my purse in the car when I got out at the gas station, and didn’t have a pocket in my skirt to put my keys and cellphone in. I locked the door behind me, as I always did, and it was still locked when I came back a few minutes later, without my … Continue reading And it didn’t mean I failed
Once again, I slipped. Once again, I turned back in my path. Once again, I broke down and gave up on my course. And once again, I’ll stand up, wipe the mud from my hands, and do my best to keep going. Continue reading Once Again
“I’ve been worrying that we all live our lives in the confines of fear.” -Ben Howard. This is me. Actually me. This is my life. I’ll be the first to tell you, nope, I don’t know what I’m doing. As is obvious, I most certainly do not have everything (or even most of the things) under control. I’m prone to make fun of myself, it’s … Continue reading The Abandonment of Fear
Hi there. Remember me? It’s been a while. I’m sorry. You see, I’ve been hiding. Mostly from myself, from thinking, from feeling, but also from people. Hiding seems to be my default. I think I have been hiding from myself. Hiding from pain. It made sense in my head to try to prove myself. Prove my strength, despite pain. Prove my competency, despite failure. Prove … Continue reading Hello Again: Bloody Palms and Scraped Knees
The question tripped out in broken, stumbling English, and a furrow cut deep across his brow. “Child,” he said. “Sweet child. Why do you work yourself, so very hard?” And I had no words to answer him. Continue reading
I don’t feel like doing anything. I don’t feel like trying. For the first time in my life, there’s no overarching project in my life. I don’t have school any more. I’m not involved in any kind of theatrical product, on or offstage. I sit. Or I read. Or I walk. I tried writing. The words won’t come. I see the pictures in my head, … Continue reading Dragging My Feet
these fibro days 