martes, 11 de septiembre de 2018
Big changes always shake things inside, so I've been understandably restless since I made the decision to leave.
People ask, of course, "Why are you leaving?" Ha, I shrug and smile.. "For the same reason you want to leave too". I try to look confident because that's what you are supposed to do.
But then, last night, something happened. My brain was attacking me with memories and imagination.
After a few minutes of discomfort, I decided to boldly look where no man has looked before and I stared at my feelings. Scared, but calm.
What I saw was just a small little ego in pain. The poor guy has been beaten up consistently for months now, so I understood. I hugged it and instantly fell asleep.
It doesn't really matter where I go, but this week.. is the last week.