Washing Dishes at Fifteen
Long time no see, Blog Girl.
What happened is that my leg healed, and I got my life back.
And I have been driving and walking and being able to pull weeds and stuff.
And what is true is that my routines are my guide through each day, and I could not rely on them when I could not walk, so I turned to writing to pass the time.
Yes, I like to write, and I need to express myself if only to the anonymous reader, but if I was going to write well it would take too much time, so today I am just writing just because it feels good.
My routines save me from myself in lots of ways.
And maybe I will get back to more regular postings because I won't have to try so hard to sound like my writing is good.
Because in this, my sixtieth year, I am trying hard to let go of much of the perfectionist trip which was strangling my insides.
So I might just start posting whatever comes up that seems important to post.
And that will be enough.
Because I am enough, and you dear reader are enough.
How long and curvy the road to acceptance of oneself.
And now a little Judy Garland to cure what ails ye. She always does the trick for me.