...get off my ass and wash/style my hair. Ugh...it's almost 10pm, and flat-ironing will take me into the wee hours...so...I wish hats were acceptable dress code at my job.
tonight, i did not cry in therapy (that's a 1st in almost three months!)...I got teary, but no tears fell. And I'm thankful that I found my bottle of naproxen and my heating pad. And finally, tonight--on the subway--I wrote my prose-ish essay (i refuse to call it a poem) that i'm submitting to a friend's literary web-azine. Still needs some cleaning up...but all and all, very good first draft. PROGRESS--whether on a cushiony couch, on the pages of a tiny moleskine, or inside a pill bottle (yes, i said it)--feels pretty damn good.
Monday, December 1, 2008
i really need to...
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You're growing...how does it feel?
As long as you're rocking that fly hat - don't worry about your hair.
I was thinking the same thing about hats yesterday! (and I have a similar hat - mine is brown cable knit.)
We are all works in progress. Sometimes our instruments toward progress are words, therapy, bottle (pill or booze...LOL), whatever. But doesn't it feel good to actual say "Wow, I'm progressing" and feel like its an accomplishment and not a failure??
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