Sunday Morning Coffee

This is causing me to re-learn how to be. I find myself falling into old patterns, and I walk away from them. I counsel patience. I am squelching the want want wantingness of me. It's difficult. I wake some mornings, sweaty and twisted, after dreaming of things that undermine me.

Ironic that letting myself become dependent is the first time I've felt truly adult.

There is no nonchalance here. Just an emotional chastity belt. It's enough for now, on my trip to a leash.