Without you sisters, the tapestry of my life would be so tattered.
Thank you for all of the times that we have laughed until we peed in our pants and cried until we laughed. Either way, we always allowed tears to flow freely, without judgement, into the welcoming pools of compassion and love.
Thank you for the wine that comes before, during and after. And for knowing when the wine really needs to be the hard stuff...whiskey! Bourbon, please.....
I spent the day wondering about my sense of authenticity. My collective vulnerability, my polished identity. And it made me feel like a total fraud. When it comes right down to it, I am not any of the things that other people think they see on the other side of the computer screen.
I like angry storms.
I spend an absurd amount of time worrying about what other people think of me.
My biggest challenge in life is letting go of people, even if they hurt me.