After that last post, vomiting all my angst and fear, I am preparing to once again don my Big Girl Pants. If I didn't know me, I would be so disgusted by that mess of whiny crybabyness that I wouldn't even be back here reading. I do know me and I'm disgusted.
I might have deleted it, but then you wouldn't know all the fascinating aspects of my true character.
Lucky you.
Here's a bouquet, offered in gratitude for squinting back one more time.
So, she said, dusting her hands, and reaching for a handhold in the rocks back to the higher plane to which she aspires...
It is what it is.
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1 comment:
lol...that's what makes you interesting. I would so much rather have "real" than perfect. "Perfect" is for teenagers to aspire to in their innocent ignorance. Thankfully, that age of pain & misery is well behind us both. ;o)
BTW....I LOVE this line:
"So, she said, dusting her hands, and reaching for a handhold in the rocks back to the higher plane to which she aspires...
It is what it is."
I can sooo relate.
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