THE LUCKY ONEs

I am on a yoga retreat in Joshua Tree.

I hate the desert.

I don’t know why I am here.

I miss my daughter.

I want to have sex with Highland Park.

That is about it.

I saved a text from Highland Park, and I keep ruminating over it:

It was so good to see you, though. I don’t how I got so lucky. I feel so comfortable with you, which invites openness and adventure without fear. Most people on earth can only dream of that, and we get to experience it – together.

He feels lucky to be with me. I can’t tell you how good it feels to read that when going through a rejection of major proportions. 

Divorce. 

The word alone is devastating. It is not a pretty word at all. 

One of my superpowers is that I make people feel comfortable being whoever they need to be.

I am Empathy Girl!

Maybe it is a gift. It certainly is in my work. I can get emotionally-disabled and at-risk youth to open up and trust me. Not many people can do that.

I am the lucky one.

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