Getting Over Myself vs. Man of the House
I'm in a funny place these days, mentally. Physically, maybe, since Annandale is fascinating. But mentally I'm in uncharted territory. I have lived a lot of lives - I count ten. I've surpassed Cat Status. Having been divorced and living in my Tiny Cottage for just over a year now, I am feeling something new: comfortable in my own skin. Comfortable with the ramifications of whatever comes out of my mouth, because I am certain that when the words came out I meant them. Comfortable with completely changing tack if the origin of my words no longer suits the situation. I can learn. There is nobody else but me, and I am still afloat. I am unrepentant. I didn't do this by myself. I have the support of people who believe in me when they have no reason to believe, other than they see me from outside of me. They see my efforts and failures, and they never question whether I am going to get back up. Sometimes I wasn't sure I'd get back up, but people whose persp...