I got a text today.
My boxes from Illinois have arrived.
I’m relieved that he sent them, that he decided not to be mean about it all. Funny thing. As I started typing this, he responded to a text I sent this morning at 11:11 his time saying I hope he is well. He says he is trying.
I replied and said I hope so and I am not going to say it any more, but I’m sorry for my part and hope we talk again some day. He comes back that we will. He’s embarrassed I saw him “this way”.
I’ve been there, and I still have my moments. Letting go of my past, my fears, my illusions hasn’t been completely easy. At first it was, but then I had to work at it. Sometimes, I am around other energies that make me feel like they are dragging me down. It is at those times, and when old reactions just kick in, that I have to stop and break that mental connection and rewire a few things. It is not that it is CONSTANT work, but it is. Being aware, it still an exercise for me. It is not an effortless flow. I know that anything you do enough, becomes easier to do.
I used to not be open to any change in my habit and routine. I resisted it. Now I am OK with it. I like to examine it. I like to examine me, where and why I feel it. It’s so much easier to calmly explain it to myself that way.
Unpacking so much has yielded many parts of my life. Phases, people, lessons, loves, heartaches, memories, memories, so many memories. So many facets of me. All the people I have been. I’ve been mother, daughter, sister, wife, lover, friend, fractured, broken, disposed, fulfilled, manic, lost, hopeless, and hopeful.
It’s all in the quest for love. The funny thing is, I have to go inward for that. It has taken me 48 years of my life to figure that secret out.
Still some days I could really use a hug.
Version 2.0 
#1 by Anon on March 25, 2013 - 7:22 pm
“Boxes (MORE Boxes)”
a great ironic title for this piece
#2 by iwentcrazy on March 25, 2013 - 7:25 pm
My cup is rather full of irony lately. At least some of it is really funny.
#3 by Anon on March 26, 2013 - 5:11 am
Anything resembling insignificance and lightness makes my world go around 😉
#4 by iwentcrazy on March 26, 2013 - 5:14 am
I like that. That’s a good thought to roll out of bed to. Usually my first thought is significant. “Coffee”
#5 by Anon on March 26, 2013 - 6:26 am
LOL!!! that cup of fresh ground “black crack” (no milk!!!!) IS mighty significant!
#6 by iwentcrazy on March 26, 2013 - 6:36 am
Slightly blonded and sweet here.
unlike me
I’m getting really sloppy with keeping my blog names straight.
Sorry for the no black crack yet, but posting anyway confusion.
Of course, maybe no one caught it.
#7 by Anon on March 26, 2013 - 6:47 am
the more names the better 😉 flex those many personas
#8 by iwentcrazy on March 26, 2013 - 7:00 am
Nope, that was me fractured into an incomplete being.
I don’t want to play the trauma game anymore.
That was what my awakening was about. Well, that was the initial realization anyway.
#9 by Anon on March 26, 2013 - 7:11 am
gotcha
#10 by Anon on March 26, 2013 - 9:02 am
Now you got me thinking up subversive irreverent board game ideas.
#11 by iwentcrazy on March 26, 2013 - 10:51 am
Like how to play fuck off at work and still get paid?
You’re a bad, bad, influence Mr. Anon.
Everyone needs a bad influence at times, so I’m not looking at it as a bad thing.
#12 by Anon on March 26, 2013 - 11:18 am
🙂 flatterer
#13 by Silly Whabbit on March 26, 2013 - 11:23 am
HAHA! I try, but only if it’s warranted!