Could I be like her?
Feel like her?
You know what's most painful
about a major break-up?
Not belonging.
I have, for so long,
defined myself by those around me -
someone's wife ... someones' mother ... someones' nurse ...
and, after all these years
of achieving meaning thru the lives of others,
I now ask myself who am I?
Who the fuck is Frizzy?
Oh to be like the redhead in that photo -
she looks to me like she belongs there,
like she's got a destination, a meaning.
photo taken by -the krazy genius-
This means challenging my self to compassionate, encouraging, genuine and hostile-free exchanges. It also means contemplating my reaction to the thoughts, feelings and expressions of others, prior to acting upon them. 
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