glacial.

I'm sitting in my car during lunch, writing this. It's cold and windy outside and I just needed to get away to somewhere quiet, to think and to write. The blustery chill outside my window almost rivals the icy frigidness that I'm feeling towards him right now. I'm angry and you know what....I'm allowed to…

wow.

I have found a poet that moves me. Her writing is just so beautiful and resonates so much with my mood right now....broken but powerful, sensuous, committed to growth, worthy. I am really feeling her words right now.

bedtime thoughts.

I am so disappointed in him. No matter how many good qualities he has or how I actually feel about him, the truth remains that he treats me like garbage. I honestly do not understand why he always chooses to hurt me, to discourage me, to reject me over everything else. He chooses it over…

letting go.

I just have to rip the bandaid off. I just have to stop making excuses. I read this today and it hit me like a ton of bricks...right in the face.... He doesn't want me. He doesn't love me. He doesn't care. Actually, I take that back... despite what he says, I think a part…

coming home.

I'm coming home to myself. That is the only way I can think of to describe the transformation I'm going through. I am brought to tears with the sincerity and truth of who I am as a person and incorporating that into who I am becoming as a person. I can barely contain my excitement…