I’ve been a bad girl last weekend. Revealed well kept secrets. Drank too much beer. In that order. Took the liberty. Got drunk.I was with a friend. It was liberating to know, I didn’t have to take care of me. Calculate my words. Judge myself. Being bad last weekend was the best thing I have done for myself in years.
I’ve adopted a new family. My Spanish language basic level course classmates. We have been growing together for the last 6 weeks. Learning to spell, write, speak and even sing. We are learning about new countries, new culture, different history and very different people. And yet we share a sense of belonging to this other world non of us have visited. Each member has a story of their own. A different energy. Another life beyond the one we have started in this class. I love this new family. Reminds me how much there is in this world beyond me.
My faith is shaken. So am I. What does one deserve? Really? Death? Failure? And why? When? Who decides and what is the criteria. If it was alright why do I feel the way I do? I don’t have answers but I know that in time I will see differently. As, I will know better. Like they say, what doesn’t kill you only makes you stronger. I know this too shall pass.
Life is happening. I am glad. These days it doesn’t really take much for it to be taken away.