“Share your story here…”. Share your story here. Share your story here? What is my story?
Tonight, my story is that I am like Rapunzel, locked on my own in a tower, merely dreaming of what life could be if only I weren’t stuck in this tower. I want to cuddle up and cry with my despair and loneliness. The earth just shook long and low beneath me, deepening my unease for a handful of seconds. I don’t want to turn off the light – there seems to be a certain power in its being illuminated (and I do not mean the electricity), a power to keep me safe and okay and able to handle things.
Tonight, my story is that I am lonely and alone, and, though I am so close to being in a place I could and do call home, I feel as though I am in the point A to point B race where you constantly only go half the distance, thereby making progress toward the desired destination, but never actually arriving there.
Also, that just reminded me of how much I love Patrick Swayze. I wish I could have been in the film “Dirty Dancing”.
Anyway… I want to cry tonight, and to let it all go, leaving me to wake up refreshed and excited and capable in the morning.