It's been over a year since I've eaten breakfast alone. Roommates, lovers, coworkers, and family, have been my AM accompaniment for 356 mornings- as we ate. Tomorrow is the start of solo day 1.
Running in the rain in the dark is an all sensory experience.
I'm complimented 40 times a day, in ways that are genuine and come from the most unexpected batch of people. I think I've grown taller just being around the psych clients at the residential facility where I work. They offer love so freely.
I'm in the right place, I feel like I'm expanding in a new/old way. I'm starting to feel myself rise again, a tickle. I'm starting to feel again.
If you wouldn't do something to someone else, why is it okay if they do it to you?
Sometimes the past grabs me in a momentary twist.
Even though I'm not with him, and it is better that way..I still hope that he will come over and sip tea with me and laugh. That I'll feel close to him and know him in a new way. Is that wrong?
A part of me doesn't know how to lose and the other is determined to change.
Explore.
Hills. Hobbies. Hot solo nights.
Bright meditative mornings.
Wisdom's wellness.
Steady, she goes.
On.
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