What a Difference a Month Makes

Wow.  Err.  It's been awhile Internet.

So, I've managed to partially crawl out of self loathing and pity.  There's still a trace I'm shaking out of my hair but such is life, non?

I got a wonderful comment on that last post from Volk-noir.  Something about the wording-the use of the word raw made me pause.  Because it's exactly right.  This is the place I come to be raw and me and exposed.  And man has graduate school stripped me naked.  Talk about being raw, being open, being exposed.  Internet, a graduate school counseling program fillets you.  Rips your guts out and then asks to you put them back and sew yourself up whole and complete and healthy.

It's a dreadful thing really.  But like getting a tattoo.  Painful and worth every ache because it lasts forever.

I've learned so much about myself these past few months.  I've grown.  I just don't know how to share that with you, Internet.

I've been really deeply interested in my navel.  And I wasn't sure if you wanted to go there with me.  But I've missed you.

And I'm going to try to write more soon.

XO,

The Paper Doll

Comments

[Kerilyn]

You might not see us.. but guaranteed we're here - waiting for you to reappear... So can you do that please? Reappear?

I think there's something bigger than ourselves going on - Everyone I talk to says that they aren't where they thought they were going to be at this age. (whatever age that is) You're not alone.

I'm 35 and on the precipice of making a career change. The ONLY thing you ever have to do is never give up.

Ever.