This is still not easy for me to accept, but I need to. I keep banging my head against the same brick wall. I am the Queen of the Love Concussion.
I keep flinging my heart against the same rough-hewn timbers, surprised again and again, as it slides and shreds, again and again.
Where parched ground meets life liquid, mud of my own making crawls along seeking holes to sink into.
If you keep watering the flood, it’s never going to dry. I know this.
I need to allow those crevices to solidify; to harden, flush with the surface.
On that note, I guess it’s time to start going where I’ve been meaning to go.
This is where I was headed when ‘A Year of Memories’ was born, September 2015. Except, we’re now 2 plus years in, and finally in the spot.
This is the Intersection.
The most important part of our saga: how we began a too short, but blessedly new and renewed life together.
It’s complex, but the launch was simple:
I answered the phone….
Quote for the Week:
Enjoy this Week’s Discovery Links
Story: Goal
Story: Timing
Story: Write It (even if no one see it but you.)
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