My Tuscaloosa Heart
Happy Birthday, _inneruniverse!
Happy Birthday, lady_yunie!
I haven't gotten the hang of keeping up with everything again yet. My existence had been so reduced, that trying to add things back to it again now...I feel like I'm trying to scoop up large armfuls of sand. I'm getting most of it but I can't help but notice all the grains I'm spilling and dropping.
And while we're on the subject of analogies--because that's how I understand everything--I thought of another one today. Almost everything I do day-to-day, both big and small, feels like I'm building my life as if I were building a castle made of blocks--even something as small as getting my CosSpace page to display in the order I wanted it to felt like another block set in place. And for a while there, it felt like not only had someone knocked down my castle, but they had taken all my blocks so I couldn't build another one. Now I feel like I have my blocks back again. I never wanted a man to come along and GIVE me things...but I apparently do better with some sort of support system...some sort of foundation that helps give me what I need to build. And I think I'm okay with that.
Not that it matters. Regardless, I'm happy just to be building again.