the seventh day or, it's okay! you just have overwhelming irrational fears!

the seventh day of the twentieth year

what did learn today?

that sometimes you need a push to get back to yourself. below is a link that i wrote for my friend jenny's story 'sanctuary.' turns out that amelia decided to play a little trick and got us to review each other's works and post it on the same day. the little minx. 'echo' is my piece. i was grinning ear to ear like an idiotic fool and as a result i'm finally back to my writing. HUZZAH!

http://discerningficster.blogspot.com/20

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that nice weather in the northeast is an illusion. see that snow? see it?! see my photos from yesterday?! IT WENT FROM BEING FIFTY AND LOVELY TO TWENTY SIX AND SNOWING! NO

oh! OH OH OH! ps. while taking this photo, the doors shut on me and i dropped my camera inside the train. my being stuck allowed three other people to catch their train. they said thanks with smiles even though they knew it was entirely unintentional. i turned six shades of red, but i think it was worth it.


that dragging yourself out of bed to go to the shrinks isn't ten pounds of fun. i've been in an out of therapy for the better part of five years. my new shrink has a toupe and is a fidget. he's was the first to tell me that it's not my fault that my thoughts dwell in negative places. that it takes years to break that habit. for the first time i don't feel like a broken china doll, never to be repaired without visable cracks. i think i'm just a puzzle that was hastily put together the wrong way. i can be fixed. maybe. doesn't mean i like to admit that something is wrong with me, but such is the human condition.


dear girl in pink jumpsuit at north station, thank you for being a spot of color against a backdrop of gray boston. signed, grateful no-longer-teen in the gray hat.


that running into your boyfriend in the elevator is one of lifes small pleasure that i need to learn to enjoy more often.


that twenty dollar wall decals from ikea! are damn near close to idiot proof. that bear has the exact same sense of compostion that i do. that it's scary when he's in my head, but that it has grown rather cozy like that.