Confucius Does His Crossword With A Pen.

The Sense Of Loss Is Such A Tricky One, Because We Always Feel Like Our Worth Is Tied Up Into Stuff That We Have, Not That Our Worth Can Grow With Things We Are Willing To Lose.

I Am Finding That Vulnerability Gives Me Great Strength, Because You're Not Hiding Anymore. It's Really About Being A Pioneer For Myself, Going Into The Places Where I Am Not Being Taught. I Have To Teach Myself.

If All I Can Say Is I'm Not In This Swamp, I'm Not In This Swamp Then There Is Not A Rope In Front Of Me And There Is Not An Alligator Behind Me And There Is Not A Girl Sitting At The Edge Eating A Hot Dog And If I Believe That, Then Dying Would Be The Only Answer Because Then Death Couldn't Come And Say Peachy To Me Anymore And After All She Has A Brother Who Believes In Hope.

I Guess My Husband Is A Muse As Well.

When You Don't Have People In Your Life Pushing You, Can You Push Yourself?