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.
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.