The Truth
Yesterday I bounced back, as promised. In great form. There was this thing with an essay I wrote that is posted on HerKind, which I totally dig and respect and am honored to be a part of. And there was this other thing with work and writing and this other thing with a dear friend that made me feel happy and loved and part of something and safe and independent all at once. The thing with the essay is that it’s so full of truth, I feel like I have no secrets left in the world. Which is a really brilliant feeling, but also a little scary. But whatevs. Also I started saying “whatevs.” Which you probably hate me for, because I kind of hate me for it. But, whatevs. No one is perfect.
