Sometimes, after a couple days of laying in bed feeling sorry for myself, I have to remember that I am a whole.
Not a half, waiting for her other.
Not a half, having separated herself from her other.
Not a bureaucratic sphere filled partly with me and otherwise dedicated entirely to the working world, regardless of whether the "me" part of the equation wants to be there or not.
A whole, with plenty of nicks and cuts. Sometimes I have to remember how my flaws get me into trouble.
Sometimes I have to write to remember.
Sometimes I have to remember that the choices I've made speak to some kind of strength within me.
Sometimes I have to listen to Ani DiFranco and drink a shitload of coffee.
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