I would love to talk furiously with you sometime this week, if you have time. 

I’ve spent a good deal of time sitting with people seeking comfort from me this weekend, who couldn’t handle my mutual expression of insecurity. They comprise a good number of the men in my orbit, as you would expect, all of whose viscerally rely on my softness, without an explicit expectation that they should offer some softness in return.  People with hard edges just don’t understand the strength it requires to be able to see someone else in their vulnerability while simultaneously being vulnerable in their own life, too.

But now I’m feeling a growing sense of urgency to sit only in those arenas where I’m allowed to be scared, as well. 

I don’t want to have to feed anyone’s delusion that everything might one day return back to normal after this is all over.

Thinking about you tonight, Liz.
Love ya.TK