“Everything seemed to have changed since her swim in the pool, and the great hall, with the glass table and the little door, had vanished completely.”
Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland, Through the Looking Glass, Lewis Carroll :: Chapter 4
Progress :: May 8, 2018
I don’t have much to say tonight….I’ve been trying to come up with something and need to just call it for what it is.
Today was another day in this story.
Today was progress simply because it was today.
And now I want some ice cream.
Signs :: May 8, 2019
I know it’s kind of a weird thing to say, but sometimes I wish I could wear a sign that tells my story.
But I don’t know why….
I don’t quite know what that is about…
Is it an identity thing? Is it a self-centered thing? Is it a validation thing?
Does it make it mean something bigger if everyone knows it…which would then match the depth to which I’ve hurt?
Does it make it matter more? Why am I maybe not content to have it be just known by me?
Is it because I’m supposed to share my story and God is prompting me to be comfortable in that?
I wonder if other cancer-fighters feel this way, too?
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