Wake me up.
That's what I want this year.
I wouldn't call myself a patient person but my life has long been about waiting. It dulls the senses. It always feels like standing at the precipice of something.
I wouldn't call myself a patient person but my life has long been about waiting. It dulls the senses. It always feels like standing at the precipice of something.
I spent a good part of last year trying to unload some stuff I've been holding on to. I even discarded emails. I read one conversation with a friend where she reminded me of how much she used to swear and I how I would call her out on it. Oh, the effing irony! Now I swear like a pirate without an inclination to ever stop.
Some things I found made me laugh. Most of the time it was just depressing. When I found that email I laughed out loud. I swear a lot and I brush off my family's insistence on curbing my tongue, because how else can I release steam? But it's different being confronted by my own hypocrisy. It's funny, then it's sad. It's sad, because in letters and memories I see an image of myself that no longer exists. It's like losing a dear friend, and I miss her.
