I've had three heartbreaking things happen in a short span of a week- all sandwiched between one magical trip to the Big(ish) Apple.
These three things have uprooted me emotionally, monetarily, permanently.
All three have been the decision of other people, directly impacting my life.
No wonder I feel helpless.
My life has been rather desperately reaching for something to cling to, for some small root to grab and take hold and secure me to more stable ground. The ground I cling to is far more fragile than myself- often just a future hope, a sliver of opportunity, a speck of a man. Perhaps all only ideals. Easily crumbled.
[In NY; a crooked bowtie means good times]
So, this Thanksgiving, which I almost missed--
I am thankful for the friends and family that remain steadfast- offering a hand when my ground is giving way, pulling me up from the rubble, time and time again. I'm thankful for the people who stay with me, through all of my misgivings and flaws, because of love. I fucking love you too, honestly, absolutely.
ok. No more bad luck, on the count of three...
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one
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two
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three.
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