I don't know about you, but I strive for perfection. In my head, I know that I'm not perfect, nor could I ever be. Yet, I am intensely disappointed with myself when I'm not.
Lizard says, "The human body is perfect, but humans are not." Otherwise, we wouldn't be humans; we would be gods.
Thursday, April 12, 2018
Tuesday, April 10, 2018
The Dash
It's been almost 6 months since my last post, and all I can think is that I've been living The Dash. "He referred to the dates on the tombstone...but he said what mattered most of all was the dash between those years."
In November, I was involved in an automobile accident, and to tell you the truth, it set me back a few notches. Not so much physically, thankfully, but emotionally, I've been a wreck (pun intended). In some ways, I feel like the fog is finally lifting. I'm able to drive at night again. I'm less anxious when I get behind the steering wheel. I don't constantly think about "it." Yet, over the weekend someone pulled out right in front of me, causing me to slam on the brakes to the point of locking up, and I was completely frozen. Absolutely petrified. PTSD is real, in case you ever had any doubt.
But I'm still trying to live my life, my dash. And I'm sorry I've been absent. I will try to include you more in my dash.
In November, I was involved in an automobile accident, and to tell you the truth, it set me back a few notches. Not so much physically, thankfully, but emotionally, I've been a wreck (pun intended). In some ways, I feel like the fog is finally lifting. I'm able to drive at night again. I'm less anxious when I get behind the steering wheel. I don't constantly think about "it." Yet, over the weekend someone pulled out right in front of me, causing me to slam on the brakes to the point of locking up, and I was completely frozen. Absolutely petrified. PTSD is real, in case you ever had any doubt.
But I'm still trying to live my life, my dash. And I'm sorry I've been absent. I will try to include you more in my dash.
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