I wish I knew where these came from, but I don't...but I am going to make my new big utility room to look this way...SERIOUSLY...
Love all the drawers and white things and the tinny-looking metal things and the old boxes...this is a perfectly perfect Pantry to me :)
But on to REAL things:
It has been hard for me to write here, lately.
Because the things I want to say have to be so thickly veiled or ignored altogether that it won't make much sense.
Let's just put it this way, I vented last night and I feel better having told it, even if it is only in part.
Thank you for your kindnesses, even in regular emails to me.
You know, the ME you read here is truly the me you would meet in life. I don't leave much out.
A kind woman told me recently that I wear my heart on my sleeve and there isn't anything wrong with that. That is true. When I'm angry, I get angry...really angry. When I'm sad, I get really sad. When I'm scared, every light in the house is on and I'm pretty sure every thing I brush up against in the darkness is something unspeakable.
When I'm happy, I float on clouds of golden dust.
But, in this strange turn of personality, I tend to keep those thick, molasses-like feelings under a kind of wraps sometimes. Not sure who to share it with. That makes for a boiling-over situation often-times. I wished that I'd kept this place more private so that I could write in it more freely.
The odd thing is, is that the "problem" is in real life, not in internet land.
I don't like to keep quiet. It doesn't feel good to keep it to myself. I like to share; it is very therapeutic for me.
Thank you for listening, and thank you also for understanding when I erase it again. I've shared and now I erased. That was good enough for me.