The thing about ghosts is that we don’t get to choose when to deal with them. Re-living trauma has a way of quickly taking the energy, spark, and color out of us. After the adrenalin subsides, I feel like a bit of life has left me.
A writer? LOL, no, I’m just an aspiring web developer planning to document my woodworking journey who happens to be writing about my life experiences and my quest to transcend trauma and the confines of my subconscious behaviors and lizard brain. I’m not a writer, though, or am I now?
I never could have imagined she would be mine or that I would even know how to make her purr, let alone turn her on. Why did I assume all this time that her kind of curves were just for the big boys? Is she out of my league?
The air is changing. The mornings and evenings are cool as we say goodbye to summer. The kids are back to school, and no matter how much I love them, I’m so glad. I’m glad strictly for their learning progress, of course…