A Woman Under Construction

(and how she feels about it)

Sunday, January 06, 2013

Feelings and such.

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I've been spinning words around in my head. Trying to make a cloth from this thread. But I keep losing words for images and touches and ...
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Thursday, December 06, 2012

Falling in love with him was like this:

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Falling in love with him was like walking into the ocean. I knew where I was going the moment my feet touched the sand. I was drawn by the ...
Wednesday, November 14, 2012

I am a compressed rage. I am a fearsome thing.

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I'm never going to stop being angry. Like a tree growing around a fence, I don't know how to let go. Most times now I think I'...

Dear 16-year-old me:

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Take a deep breath. Get comfortable. I've got some things to tell you. And some of the things are going to take longer to process than t...
Monday, November 05, 2012

He is real.

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But he is real. He is unexpected reactions and opinions and actions. That silence and burst of laughter at my antics. He is arms around ...
Sunday, October 21, 2012

Is love like this:

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Is it the slowly approaching tide, inching over the beach with quiet but inevitable increments? Toes once pressed firmly in sun-warmed sand ...
Friday, October 19, 2012

The things he doesn't do:

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Something has slowly been occurring to me over the last couple of months. This is boyfriend-related. Bear with me (or leave, I guess?). At...
Tuesday, September 11, 2012

Is this real life?!

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I feel like I spent the first 20-something years of my life waiting. Waiting and trying to be okay. A little bit like last year when we we...
Wednesday, September 05, 2012

So I met this guy . . .

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I met this guy. I'll back up. I joined this group on facebook. Single Adult Nerdfighters. I wanted to date, and I thought maybe that...
Sunday, July 15, 2012

White ink tattoo

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3 years later. People were asking.
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Thursday, May 24, 2012

Nope, I'm not ready for this.

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Sometimes I think I can't take the straight path to anything. I have to take all the side streets and dead-ends before I'm comfortab...
Sunday, May 20, 2012

I'll be happy.

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I haven't written in so long. Sometimes I feel like a balloon being slowly inflated. Eventually, the pressure gets to be too much and I ...
Tuesday, March 27, 2012

There are always things I can only explain in writing:

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Lately I find I've been unreasonably stressed. I worry about money and my future and my (not-shrinking-fast-enough) debt. I worry about ...
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Monday, March 26, 2012

My not-dancing feet:

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This dance of too much not enough and just right keeps me stumbling. Perhaps I was born with feet made for moving forward and not for ...
Sunday, July 10, 2011

The value of her love.

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He didn't know the value of her love, she gave it to him freely. She gave him a thousand little things he never noticed. What now? Wh...
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