I am looking at acres of expansive land; the doors are glass and stretch from near the ceiling to the floor. The phone just rang; it was the owner of this house – probably checking in to see if I have thrown a party. Whitney is singing, she assumes that her song will be played when making love or by lovers. I hate when musicians assume that their songs will only be appreciated by only lovers, they seem to forget that some people may be alone for longer that they want to. A friend of mine sent me a video about how vulnerability should not be comfortable and excruciating but necessary. I am a researcher and my life is about working towards, sighting issues, predicting constraints and controlling situations how does this blend in with allowing things to be necessary. I need to have a hold on something for goodness sake! Anyway at least she ends the video explaining the one thing I agree with which of course I can attest to being a proud product of. My parents are not perfect, yet one thing I will always thank them for is the fact that they brought me up reminding me daily, through discipline that I am an imperfect person and because life is full of struggle I am wired for it and therefore have the strength to fight and thrive. Yet in spite of all this I am worthy of love and belonging. To this effect I am an accomplished young woman.
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