harder maybe than learning. definitely harder. the hardest part is the heart ache of knowing the family conspired to deny my life, negate my existence. still makes no sense but it was. and now anything is possible. i gave Joanie brown and navy scarf and she loved its 'perfection' but maybe she would have said that about anything. my self doubt is never being good enough for family.
b'fast? what i want. there's always the doubt of the best thing. today i practice clearing doubt. fear of condemnation criticism. and i'm committed to waiting half hour to digest.
i love having 2 laptops and going to whichever is handy. it's like magic.
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