Irma Apologies
Sep 08, 2017
I can't be bothered to blog tonight, but I walked out on the deck and looked at the huge orange moon and listened to the I don't know what on the lake (birds? crickets? It's a cacophony of noise) and I know there is peace in being still.
My head and heart are in FL and I'm not ashamed of being scared. I'm not accustomed to anything near this experience, I don't know how to process it or give it perspective. I guess that will come in time.
If I seem dramatic or OTT, I'm sorry, my heart is way bigger than my head and what's in me spills out. I know better now than to dam it up. I derive so much comfort from the words and prayers and advice of my friends, friends that accept I'm all new to this, and I am an imperfectly perfect work in progress.
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