glass exterior
It amazes me the way people can read me. My physical therapist, who I have been seeing (not dating) twice a week has commented that I seem sad. My hairdresser/friend has told me that she looks at me and can see that I am in agony. jj has asked why I am so quiet.
I had no idea I was so transparent. I am struggling. It is nothing anyone has done and there is nothing anyone can do. It has to do with me and trust and faith. Those beasts.
My hairdresser has called me three times this week to make sure that I am ok. I am, and I know what I need to do. It scares me. The growing part. The learning part. The leap of faith part.
When do I stop trusting in myself and take a step into the big picture.
Soon.