Apparently there is something special about the way I walk.

In the past couple of weeks more than one person has mentioned my “walk”. It’s a nice walk they say. I look like I don’t have a care in the world they say.

I don’t personally see it, but I will take it, things are worth accepting a compliment and moving along for a change.

I think I just walk. Others see something else.

That is not unusual for me, that I do not see myself the way others see me. That falls both on the good and the bad end of the spectrum.

I didn’t realize how much I missed writing here until I had 30 days without access.  I didn’t realize how much of my very life was here until I almost lost access. I was willing to start over. It would be the re-birth of Aphrodite. Turned out I didn’t have to start over. It’s left me just about broke but it is worth it. I have some things planned this summer and I will need my history here to walk me through what needs to be done.

I need to remind myself that the progress is real.  I need to explain to myself that the love was real. I need …..shit a lot of stuff, but I absolutely need this documentation for what comes next.

I am thinking that I will get a little more time here. That would be a positive, that I am well enough to talk to you constant reader.

Right now though I need to turn in I have an early court appearance tomorrow and I want to look like that woman my peers here see walking. I don’t feel like her, but I am perfectly alright with faking it until I make it.

 

Aphrodite Brown