My insides evaporate and I become what I feel.
I am Alone and Full of Love. I am Full of Emptiness and Helplessness and I am the Panic that begins to flood all of this and it’s making me Sick and Lost and I’m Fumbling for Communication. I am ready to shrink and ready to burst and nothing is good.
But it is right.
Because this is what happens when our feelings consume us.
I feel sore today from my side work in Day Nine.
And today is snow flurries and cold cold cold.
So we moved it inside.
Storage room, cement floor, large mirrors and enough space to get the heart rate going. Heck, you could be sitting in a one foot by two feet cubicle and still have a heart race.
Even though I was sore in my ab area for some reason I chose to work that part more.
Pain drives some people I suppose, and I happen to be one of them.