Settle, I tell myself, when I feel the freak-out coming on. This--anxiety, anger, frustration, rage--belongs somewhere else, not here, not to right now.
Settled, I was once anyway, and it felt good for awhile until it felt suffocating and dead. (I just typed dad instead of dead which seems tres freudian no?)
Settle, I've done that a bunch too. Not asking for what I truly want. Letting fear get the best of me. Relaxing into the rut and avoiding the open road.
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Anyway, other people write and I am in awe:
My funny and super smartypants pal Molly at TheIncidentsAbroad.
Funny sad and also so smart Hyperbole and a Half (am I the last person on earth to know about this?).
xTx as always.
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