Hello darling ones.
After last night’s emotional outpouring, I am feeling a little beaten and shaky. Last night proved to be pretty brutal. I was a wreck and I am not even sure why. I feel like I came out of the closet or something. Maybe I did. Admitting it is the first step and all, right?
So I’ve said it and I can’t take it back. Though I really wish that I could. I feel so incredibly vulnerable and I hate that. I am out there now. I have no secrets. All of me, there is no hiding, you know it all. Honesty hurts sometimes, doesn’t it? Am I even making any sense?
So enough of that boring and depressing nonsense, I will keep you updated on the progress of the jodi 3.0 redesign. I am sure it will prove most interesting and the toughest challenge I have ever faced in my entire life. I hope I am strong enough.
In other news, my right nipple itches like hell. It’s probably cancer.
I respect you a *lot* for having the courage to write something like that. It brought me to tears.
You shouldn’t ever want to take that back, J. The self-deprecation, yes, but the writing itself was powerful and honest. Most of us can only aspire to that.