It soothes. Collapses protective walls of anger. Vulnerability I become. I sink into the memory of your face against mine, so close warmth is intertwined. Lips magnetized yet remain separate, fearing the loss of any last remnants of control. Regret laces each additional sip.
Working on yourself is hard. Right now, I am hyper-focused on three things: what I want, trusting myself, and making my own decisions. I recently discovered I am a lot like Julia Robert's character in Runaway Bride...each boyfriend made her his favorite style of eggs which then became her favorite. She never really knew how … Continue reading The Inspiring GI Joe
I could see my reflection in the glass wall as I marched begrudgingly up and down the stair climber. As I took a step up, my head would be cut off in the reflection, then the next step would lower me and I would see my face reflected. I know Michael Jackson wasn't singing about … Continue reading Broken Reflections