When will I learn the lesson that I am fine? When will it dawn on me that I've been fine this entire time? This week was a cheese grater against my silk hands. My job made me callous. I wonder when I'll get my fluidity and curiosity back. Most of my days there, I'd sort of wander aimless and senseless. With the feeling that I wasn't contributing to anything bigger than myself, really. A woman like me has to contribute to everything around her. I've got to make the environment around me enhanced in any way I'm able. I don't know if I am even here, otherwise.
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Sunday, December 11, 2022
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