we jumped into parenting and all the confusion and feelings of ineptitude that it presents, went on to 'other people' and how messy they are, found ourselves at hopes and dreams - which made us both a little coy, and ended with feisty hallelujahs and pats on the back.
i came home feeling fizzy and a little annoyed at all that i didn't quite say. i am an introvert but i open to intimate friends and loved ones - i know i do. i tend to measure words but i am skilled at determining an authentic message, composing it with heart and mind and presenting it with my sincere blessing. today, i wanted more. i felt like worming into my guts and wriggling around until i found the switch that turned on the super-soaker - i wanted to flood the table and teacups with more of me.
he thinks it's the midazolam i was filled with yesterday before surgery, making me feel a little disassociated. i respond strangely to many pharmaceutical drugs, so he is probably right. looking forward to connecting with myself again, though.
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