I remember me...I recall with fondness and goodwill the "me" that was alone at my kitchen table one Friday night. A single mother friend phoned. "What are you doing?" she asked.
"Writing in my journal" I replied.
Then she asked, "What exactly are you writing?" And I told her.
My throat wasn't dry. My chest wasn't tight and puffy with fear. I didn't feel dumb or unworthy or a charlatan. My affirmations fit me like bark fits a tree; the words felt true, they were me. Somehow, in writing out those words for so many days, I had wrought a miracle, a miracle I had hoped for, but hadn't really expected.
"Life," my friend said "is full of surprises."
at my kitchen computer, winter 2008
Besides my sole post of 2009, you might like the Gratitude one from July of 2010