My world is turning upside down, slowly. It's been happening for a while, as I held on to the tipping rails, not admitting immanent capsizement. I can't write anything, yet, but Revolution is in the air. In the literal, not historic sense. I anguished over the weekend, grieving and railing against injustice. Today, I spoke with a friend who feels the slipping deck beneath her feet as well. I would love to be asked where MY "loyalty" lies.
"With the Canadian Secret Service, if you must know."
Honestly, 1. D and Moby. 2. My friends. 3. My patients.
That's it. No sense being sentimental about the ship when it's sinking, just jump.
It's cooled enough to sit on the balcony. It's been a long, long time since I have sat out of an evening. Almost can hear the truck and bells bringing soft serve ice cream cones.
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Hang onto the rails, until you can get your balance, then put on your wonder woman cloak and go for it.
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oy...does sound alarming...
No capes.
Oh Hell. Thinking of you.
I feel for you. Been in similar situations. Your advice to yourself is the right advice.
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