I'm crying so much right now. I have had one of the most adult philosophical conversations with my father ever. On my birthday... I won't remember this.
That's a joke, because the chemical rush to the brain that this has triggered is so being remembered.
I'm just beginning... I'm crying because I'm happy.. I'm crying at the pain experienced... I'm crying for the hope I have... I'm crying because I feel joy... I'm crying because I have an amazing adventure before me and I am actually equipped (skill wise) to do what I want and I feel like I can do this. I am aware I am in a unique once in a lifetime situation. I am giddy as a school girl.
I'm also painfully aware of my back as well...
This has me concerned, but mindful of the moment. What is in my power. Tortoise / Hate.. what a strange trip is has been and I want to be ready for the rest.. remember be like water flow with the go and be healthy in all three aspects. Baby steps..
This was a call I think I've been waiting for since before time... Soooo fucking happy...
That rewarding feeling... Now feed me Seymour..
Stressing a bit about calls with kids tomorrow.. be calm.. mindful..
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