lim•i•nal•i•ty: a psychological or metaphysical subjective state, conscious or unconscious, of being on the “threshold” of or between two different existential planes.
I harbor a deep and growing resentment toward the horoscope in the Sunday paper. I repeatedly tells me *today is a 7*. I cannot get past a 7. Every flipping Sunday—7.
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I’m learning a big lesson right now, I think. About fighting. I love to fight—fight for what’s right—or better—fight to BE right. Newness. Walking into a cold room. Change. Proving yourself to new people. These things will never go away. How do you boost your self confidence in new situations when you may not know the lay of the land or the people that inhabit it? I have never lost the understanding I had as a 2 year old little girl that mommy and daddy would always love me no matter what…I carry it with me, whether I’m aware of it or not. It grants me freedoms, real or imagined, as I walk into new situations and meet new people. Tracks in the snow. You. You there. I know you’re out there…quietly tiptoeing around in the dark and leaving behind your analytics. I see the trail you leave. You lucky bastard. |
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