Say
I had something(s) to say. But now I’m not so sure I want to say it – or them. At least not yet. The thoughts aren’t ready – yet. (Or I’m not ready. Yet?) Once formed and almost out there, … Continue Reading
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J.W. Richmond
Recur
After only a short time, I see some small patterns forming: “I” (hate that). And yes, this may be some (twisted) version of therapy. But nobody else cares about that. Am I too focused on myself? Am I being selfish … Continue Reading
Therapy
I’ve tried therapy. By force. and By choice. When forced in junior high, I couldn’t buy into it. It was so silly. I knew the approach was to get me to play stupid games so I would open up. … Continue Reading
Roof
I used to sit out on the roof at night. I would take the screen off my window and crawl through. The sky was amazing. There were so many stars. And I could hear the frogs croak near the lake. … Continue Reading
(Un)shy
Some people have called me shy. Of course, those people don’t actually know me. My friends – family – know otherwise. Sometimes they know me too well. They understand that I don’t talk just to talk. I don’t speak just … Continue Reading
Discern
When can you trust your feelings? When are they reliable? How do you know when a feeling means something real, even if the (available) logic may not add up to something substantial? When is it clear that God is telling … Continue Reading
Real
Youngest. By far. So also an “only.” But not really. Something in-between. INFP.* Dreamer.** Different. Think (too much) first. (Sometimes.) Question. A lot. Bold. (Bold?) Bold-er. (Maybe? Maybe.) Some might see me as noncompliant. There is a little of that. … Continue Reading
If
I got sent to my room (a lot) when I was little. I wouldn’t eat my lasagna (yuck!), I fought with my brother – always, I would (try to) explain my point-of-view about [something] and it came across as arguing. … Continue Reading
Girl
“Yes, I would love some chocolate.” “A pedicure sounds fabulous.” “I’m an autumn.” “My favorite color is pink.” Sometimes I’m not sure I make a very good girl. Not emphasis on good (although there’s truth in that too) but emphasis … Continue Reading
Edit
I wish I could edit stuff things (so many) experiences out of my life. Remove them and put the scenes back together like they never happened. Seamlessly. Nothing would end up on the cutting room floor, because … Continue Reading