I want to be my best self. I want to give my kids everything I can. I don't want to waste life. But I'm afraid of what lies ahead. I'm afraid my marriage won't survive. It's hard to grow when my significant other doesn't. I'm afraid the career I've built is more harmful than good for me. I'm afraid of how unfamiliar the non-drinking me feels. I'm afraid I'm boring and I don't know how to be close to people. I know in the end it will be worth it all, but I fear getting from here to there. Byrdie says, the only way out is through. (See Byrdie, I DO listen to all you say). Something keeps whispering in my ear that it's time to grow but I'm scared and I feel alone and I don't know if I can do it. I know you all are here - but why isn't my husband here? Why do I feel alone in my own fucking marriage? Why don't I feel close to a single person except my son and my dog (she counts)? I isolate myself and try to be everything - alone. Why do I do that?
On a lighter note, and through my tears, I'm laughing at some of the costumes entering the building nearby - and further entertained/horrified by the prospect that many of them may not actually be costumes...
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