Thank you Jodie. I get this I really get this. I’m a lifelong closeted affirmation addict and, even as recently as yesterday, live in denial. I know the signs, and dance around them. I’m a very good dancer. I can’t say how it started, but it’s likely inseparable from winning the writing contest at Peddie. Being singled out was a bit of a thrill. That feeling is something I’ve gotten used to over the years. Being. Singled. Out. I take it for granted, mostly. I don’t recall a time when there wasn’t a small hole in my bubble where the noise comes in. It reads like you had one too, patched it, and moved on – and made a change. I’ve thought about that too. But the hole is still there.
All This By Hand