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I think I'm getting sick. The non-stop, sleep-deprived schlepping around in an only occasionally sober state must finally be catching up with me. I have been tentatively extending one toe at a time back into the chilly ocean of responsibilities, knowing full well that the best way is just to run straight into the water screaming and flailing my arms. :)
It's amazing to me how off-balance I feel about the situation with The Russian. I have been using the fence-sitting metaphor to describe our purgatorial romantic condition, but I'm starting to feel as though we have blindfolded ourselves and quietly hopped off of the dividing line... but with no discussion of where we have landed or even which side is which. Somehow, I feel uneasy either way, and our mutual silence only increases the discomfort.
Amazing how physical relationships can lead to emotional and spiritual malaise.
Namaste,
Jacki
It's amazing to me how off-balance I feel about the situation with The Russian. I have been using the fence-sitting metaphor to describe our purgatorial romantic condition, but I'm starting to feel as though we have blindfolded ourselves and quietly hopped off of the dividing line... but with no discussion of where we have landed or even which side is which. Somehow, I feel uneasy either way, and our mutual silence only increases the discomfort.
Amazing how physical relationships can lead to emotional and spiritual malaise.
Namaste,
Jacki