novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- deep breath Deep Breath. Where to begin. I never update this anymore because it doesn't feel right to write with the open candor that I once did. I keep thinking too much about how many people are reading this. I don't care if it's three or thirty; ever since grad school I've hermitized my writing. I've withdrawn it from others' eyes. Why is that? Let's think about that for a few moments. Do we always have to be perfect when we show our thoughts to other people? Oh, but I've made a New Year's resolution, a small promise to myself that debunks this skittish impulse. I forgive myself my imperfections every day. And here I am. You know, there are many forms of heartbreak. And you have to forgive yourself so as to get up from that self-obsessed wallow. I don't want to ever give up this little nook, no matter how many days I let slip by between entries, no matter how many things slip by unnoticed, unwritten. Undeclared. Undescribed. They still exist. And here I am. 11:22 pm - 03.10.08 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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