I had a chat on Monday night that changed the way I see everything. It was one of those moments where my heart beat wayyy too quickly, I knew too much, and I felt disgusted because I thought I’d left these goddamn moments of panic behind.
I took a few more sips.
I finished the bottle.
I filled a tub.
I let myself thrash in the throes of fury, violent intentions, and painful hurt.
I took my time.
Finally, I laughed.
And somehow, with the burning of pictures and crazy wild yoga and sweaty hot walks, I’m actually feeling lighter than I had been, before I knew what had really been going on.
So while I’d like to say fuck you, I’d add a thank you as well.
Turns out, I’m one lucky bitch.
Crazy how that happens.