Friday, January 14, 2011
The clock says 03:15. Insomnia visits me most nights. I don't really mind, I find working at this time of night sort of chill. I can hear the ticking of the clocks and not much else. My thoughts and feelings trickle out onto the screen with relative ease. I'm writing an article for Tracey Clark's I Am Enough collaborative.
I am enough. I turned 42 less than a month ago, and I've only just begun to see that I am enough. And that I don't need to earn the title I am enough. I received this title the moment my life came into being. I've put down that glass of Zinfindel, smashed that crack pipe and paused. In that pause I'm finding myself, finding that I can be me, on my own, without self-destructing. In that pause I'm discovering these foreign concepts called feelings. I'm discovering that I need not become my feelings, that I can feel them and survive them. What a novel concept.