12/3
I feel like too much at the moment. It's keeping me from wanting to write out a bunch more about my deepest insecurities and foibles. Which is much of what's occurring for me right now. I'm going to let it rest. I love you, thanks for reading me.
The truth is I just don't want to inundate the space with what feels like an insatiable vat of dismay. But also part of the reason I'm doing this, is because I believe there's deeper meaning in seemingly commonplace anguish. Also that I and others should be welcomed to be in any state they're in. Do I know how to welcome others to express that ? Not always. Sometimes it feels like too much.
I guess I'm just playing around with trying to write even some things I don't really want to write. There's only so much I can insist from myself however, or would want to.
What I would want that person to say to me right now :
Wow that is f***ing spectacular ! Your anxiety and sadness and swirling mind are so precious, so fascinating. I have all the time in the world for you to express and rest and process, tell me everything, literally, don't leave anything out. Your presentation is exquisite, especially your confusion and self pity. I'm honored to see you swimming the seas of experience. There is not a bit of this that feels unnecessary. I'm here and I will not be distracted or tempted to talk you away from anything. I will not be hurt or become tired of you. Play it up bb !
