confession: whiskey…yum. almost as good as tequila and possibly better than red wine.
confession: i’d be an alcoholic if i weren’t eating disordered. the ONLY reason i don’t drink more often is alcohol’s caloric content.
confession: i’m metaphorically melting away. i’m hoping that everything but love melts away, leaving only perfect peace.
confession: i was told earlier this week (and for the second time) that i am solution-oriented. i’ve never perceived myself that way. i perceive myself as someone with a tendency to get stuck if i don’t hurry up and move before the cement dries.
confession: i haven’t reached my sexual peak yet. i continue ascending the upward slope that i began trekking after i turned 30. i have a theory that orgasms raise the world’s well-being. it is my personal responsibility to promote as much worldly well-being as possible each and every day. ;]
confession: i’m hungry all the time. hungry for food. hungry for sex. hungry to love the way i long to. hungry to create. hungry to write. hungry to dance. hungry to paint. hungry to run. hungry for stillness. i’m afraid of being empty. i’m afraid of being full. i’m afraid of food. i’m afraid of running too much and too far and i’m afraid of sitting still and doing nothing. but each day, i eat, i run, and i make myself sit still. fear is not a good enough reason to stop me.
confession: this week especially…if you’re willing…i’m feeling uncharacteristically alone in my melting world ~ please share your confessions.
confession: i don’t record written responses to comments because my words seem inadequate. please know that to every comment i respond with a bowed head and prayerfully silent “thank you.”