I’ve become surprisingly skilled at detaching myself from the past, that “former life” I mention here from time to time.  Not going back, not doing that anymore.  I remind myself that I am HERE. Deciding that this is the only language, the only scene type, the only set of feelings I’ll allow to grow.

I pinch myself, figuratively.  How is this my life?  Seriously, six years ago….  Shit, you don’t even want to know.

Here I am and I’m not negotiating with myself.  Choosing, and not explaining.  Keeping it that simple.  And maybe not simple, but just fucking honest.