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ornithopter: Caution, Navel Gazing |
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No, you have not accidentally stumbled upon the wrong blog.
I can't be snarky these days. I am an exposed nerve. I am a bloody pulp of a meatloaf. I've been ridden hard and put away wet. I am 80% id and 20% ego. I am needier than the neediest needer. I just want someone to take me up in their arms and tell me that everything is ok, that I've made the right choices and done the right things, that things happen for a reason, all of the clichés. Am I worthy of love? Can I give enough of it? Can I receive it with the proper appreciation? Does loss beget gain? Or is life just loss after loss? Mostly I want to know that I'll be alright. Happy, even.
Is there a place that provides this service? Can I get a gift certificate for that?
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