Processing and sorting through story takes work. As I sit here this early Wednesday morning in the midst of a different kind of work, I am reminded of a Tuesday night/early Wednesday morning two years ago…
For someone who writes and journals so much, I am struggling with this assignment for group tomorrow. I am just. so. stuck.
On another note, this week has been intense. I feel exhausted. The best thing is to rest.
I want to let Steve in. To really offer my heart to him and allow him to hold it, trusting that he will treat it kindly.
It’s Wednesday morning, and last night I didn’t sleep so well. I went to bed at 10 and woke at 12:40 then again at 4:20 and didn’t go back to sleep. At 6 I just woke up and came out of my room, so here I am…
I finished my assignment. Just did it. I feel confused to be processing in group letting pieces of me fall out. It’s scary.
I want to relax and unwind, but my mind is racing, and I wonder if this is really what I want.
I desire freedom and rich relationship. I desire to release shame.
What will I do with my story?