The only hand I needed was my own.
That’s what he said.
When I asked what made him say that his response was:
“I don’t know. I don’t want to lose you over three words.”
Since then, I’ve been nauseous.
I think not.
Competing with men’s comfort zones is pulling me apart. Everything is never ending.
Have you had one of those conversations you never saw coming from someone you’ve known, but suddenly find out is willing to introduce themselves to you on another level? A conversation that tears down walls and opens up doors?
I had that conversation tonight.
It was if I was looking through a key hole and suddenly everything aligned, illuminated and gave me a desperately needed glimmer of hope.
Good people exist.
They’re tired and skittish, but what a brutiful sight when a spark sets off a blaze of bravery to share their souls once more.
I met a friend for a drink tonight after having a unsettling start to this week. Then, we went to see ‘A Star Is Born” together. I guess it is fair to say that I am haunted by the performance. It stirred up memories and emotions in me. I tried to meditate and read unsuccessfully. I’m still lying here awake in these early morning hours not able to appreciate the silence because of the noise of my mind.
I can’t place my finger on what has set my mind adrift and shadow boxing.
I am genuinely frightened