This sitting with my emotions sucks. It feels like my first day of kindergarten. Can't I hide in a 4 servings boxful of Kraft Macaroni & Cheese? Everything is getting clearer: my dreams of losing you, my messy life that makes me ashamed, the pain in my gut, and the answers that allude me when I am far away. Being comfortable with being uncomfortable is where the answers lie. It's a silly idea. We search so hard for the thing to help us escape. It's almost the national past time at this point, but when you look around you see the people that seem the happiest are the people who apparently have nothing. Yet they have something. They have their families, their communities, and they have themselves. They are comfortable in their own skin.
Sit for awhile. Be with yourself. Forget YouTube and Hulu and the Iphone and the ice cream sundae.
Spend an afternoon with you. You magnificent creature, you.
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