Scars
It's been so long since I made this a regular thing, I have almost forgotten how to spill it. Something in the last year or two flipped in me that made me not want to type anything out. Kind of a self censorship because I began telling myself that I shouldn't be putting all the things out there the way I have in the past. Then it hit me in the last 24 hours that when I was typing the BS out of my head, it was much easier to manage. It's irrelevant to me if anyone else reads it, it was always about clearing the cobwebs out of my own head. So why'd I stop? We're still tending wounds as the year winds down. Wounds of all sorts and kinds: physical ones, mental ones, internal and external. There are going to be some lasting impressions once all of this dies down. If last year was a roller coaster, this year must be a drop ride. Ya know the ones, they take you way high in the air, let you think you're safe and then suddenly it lets go and your heart stops w