Who knew.
I had a thought, it was rather scary. It was an epiphany about my lack of being, well, normal as it were. I read a book, oddly enough, and suddenly I had this amazing clarity. I knew. And I understood. And now I need a name.
Nope, not explaining. This isn't an explanation post. Or even commentable. This is just a reminder to myself in order to stop living in fear. That even strong women can throw out more than who they are in an effort to not be scared and keep people from seeing the underneath. There's a whole lot I need to start looking at. At 29, I'm not a kid anymore. I don't need to be afraid of being less than I should be. And suddenly, I had a moment of peace. Those are rare. Trust me. And I understood a lot of things I should have figured out a long time ago.
Jenny and the Doctor may have a lot running to do, but I need to stop. It's time to finally do a little more self-acknowledgement.
In case you're wondering, the book was Pack Up The Moon by Anna Mcpartlin. Highly recommend it.
Nope, not explaining. This isn't an explanation post. Or even commentable. This is just a reminder to myself in order to stop living in fear. That even strong women can throw out more than who they are in an effort to not be scared and keep people from seeing the underneath. There's a whole lot I need to start looking at. At 29, I'm not a kid anymore. I don't need to be afraid of being less than I should be. And suddenly, I had a moment of peace. Those are rare. Trust me. And I understood a lot of things I should have figured out a long time ago.
Jenny and the Doctor may have a lot running to do, but I need to stop. It's time to finally do a little more self-acknowledgement.
In case you're wondering, the book was Pack Up The Moon by Anna Mcpartlin. Highly recommend it.