It’s all sorts of weird to go first
In forgiving
[or so I always thought]
BEcause what about
WHY?!
And what happened to ME BEcause of what YOU/THEY did?!
What’s really happened is I’m growing a little
Getting stronger
And smiling more
When I forgive first [and when I forgive at all]
A part of me wants to go into the story of the past two days
and tell you what happened to me and therefore build an excuse for my
crankiness and BEing out of sorts. I want to tell you again [and again after
that again] WHY I choose to live as I DO. Mostly in Solitude, without
television, radio, newspaper, or ringing telephones.
I want you to UNDERSTAND and pat me on the head and say “poor
baby” and throw wide the door to my pity party.
I want you to know and to “get me.” To nod in agreement and understanding. To BE
outraged alongside me.
How silly though. REALLY. BEcause there’s nothing quite so
slimy as pulling anyone else into the muck I am trying to rise out of. And
there is always that AFTER-TASTE of ohwhydidIDOthatagain?!?!
So instead I am going to say I am so grateful to BE here
Right Now writing this. So glad that I get to BE grateful…
I love you, Currie
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