Hi All,
I’d like to use my writing time for reflection. To be with myself. To lean back, close my eyes or keep them open, and be with myself. I want to be in the silence. I want to feel the rise and fall of my chest. I just want to be. I want to be with anxiety’s peaks, and their stilling waters. I want to feel grateful and feel my fear. I want space for it to fill up the room, the world, the universe, and breathe it out. I want to show myself I am here, that I am not alone, and to reassure myself of my steadfast loyalty. I want to be a puddle of weakness and a heavy, leaden cannonball if need be. I want to attack, be attacked, and attack back, and then fall into fatigue and peace in a field of layers of daisies. This weariness and exuberance needs nothing more than nothing, and everything. And I will give it my all.
Love, Jaclynn
Going On 40 