the last week hasn't been an easy one for me.
in fact, it's been awful. just... plain... awful.
such awfulness led me to run, and run, and run...
until -- lost -- i eventually found myself face to face with my mother. and a bottle of wine.
after 31+ years, my mother and i -- two polar opposite people with polar opposite worldviews -- finally sat down and had a drink together.
it had never been done before.
and in that conversation she showed me that awfulness often breeds breakthroughs.
she was right.
because i realized, despite the awfulness, that i can feel again.
that i know what i want my life to be. i know what i'm capable of: that i can love, that i have support.
and that's fucking cool.
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That's the wine talking! You're a degenerate like the rest of us. LOL : D
ReplyDeletewe can call it: "degeneration x", btb.
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