I have a little time to myself. Something more than stolen moments around the edges, but not so much time that I can get lost in it and drift away.

I stayed up all of last night reading a book, because I couldn’t put it down.

This morning I had too much energy and needed to move, so I walked across the top of the hill and down into the hallow and I listened to the music I grew up with.

I’m sitting cross legged at the kitchen table and trying to put my life in order, properly. I have put this process off for a long time, and I’ve been dreading the state of affairs I would find myself in once I slowed down enough to take stock.

Once I got everything written out on paper, it wasn’t as bad as it seemed inside my head. That does seem to be the way of things.

Asking for help is the most difficult.

Friends tell me that there’s nothing wrong with reaching out for support. I grit my teeth and close my eyes and call my ego to heel and I trust them.

It would be so easy to let all my flaws and quirks and mistakes keep me from trying.

The tricky thing is to show up, and to show up imperfect and real.

I hope it’s a good night.

and they said “baby there ain’t no shortcuts on your way,

oh, baby there ain’t no highways in these parts.

you know baby gonna have to drive yourself down every little winding road

if you really wanna get to where you’re going…”

Darlingside