A one-woman show.
"Fleabag" happened, as well as Day 5's befriending anxiety exercise.
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Bringing my energy back to me.
Day 3 took a while, writing late at night instead of sleeping. This is Day 4, during another sleepless night.
From love to identity.
I started talking about love, and I ended up talking about identity. Perhaps they're the same thing.
Already perfect. Already beautiful.
Day 2 of "Forty Days On Being A Seven" and it's time for nurturing, acceptance, love.
I go looking for home and I find… the world.
"Forty Days On Being A Seven": Day 1. What does it mean to be home with yourself?
I am ranting, apparently for something good.
It's late, I am tired, and words are coming out of me for those reasons. Or so I thought.
It had to end with lessons.
Between “used to” and “getting used to”…
One's in the past and should be left there. The other is in the present... and hopefully the future too.