This story

I am writing is mine to give to you. I have written it a thousand times and will probably write it again. Add yours to the stars too. It is a good life you have.

The email came about the meeting for speech therapy for Walter. He needs it less than the requestor, that’s for sure, but I will go and I will decline the therapy unless some new information arises. Yes, I am tired of the bullying and condescension, but I recognize that I am not spinning as I have done so very many times before. Let’s just say that this is due to my healing work rather than being drained of feeling. No story like the truths.

I block off my calendar and think about how much time there will be between school drop off and the meeting. Should I just stay? Should I walk over? Will his girlfriend fly in for this to add her weight to his request. Is that my coffee giving me nausea? I make sure to buy those beans that are mold free...hmmm

I check what time my meetings start...not as early as yesterday, thankfully. I hate to rush...deciding to grow out my hair again requires attention. I won’t give up this time. Everyone, link the length of your hair to a personal rebellion and find out what you’re really made of...(good stuff, you’re made of good stuff).