Porthole

Just responses today.

Just responses today. I really want to go somewhere... but I need to pack. I leave for home tomorrow.

Update: chromebook froze and it took forever to check-in for my flight and un-freeze this %&*@ thing.

To 🌻 thankful pwheeler nano : I don't get to determine whether people tear me down; that's really on them. It's one reason why I don't associate with some people anymore.

But, as you said, I get to chose my response. Or do I? Being a mountain is one way of expressing resistance to opposition, becoming an ocean and absorbing would be another. Me? Like a dandelion I set my seeds to the wind and have bloomed elsewhere.

We each must find a path forward.

To charitykountz: 2 years... I was homeless for 4: one "light", two "heavy", one "light". I usually only count the 2 heavy years... but truly? The scars still remain. I try not to pick at the scabs.

It seems like a dream (or nightmare) now since so much time has passed. It may be time to reread my journal and blog from that time.

When I was no longer homeless it took a year to adjust. I didn't go back to where/what/who. I moved to Montana. Told everyone I was a writer (well, I was!) and started to travel.

I write this from Taiwan.

Life goes forward.

Your's will too.

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