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The post from yesterday really got me thinking. I may have left myself a little vulnerable. As Sam put it, "you're really brave for putting yourself out there like that". I don't feel brave, I just feel that it had to happen. I needed to get some things off of my ample chest. I needed to feel that there was a place to vent, that did not include a bitchy conversation with my mom or Sam. So I took advantage of the open forum that I like to refer as my own little piece of cyberspace, my blog.

Brenda really put her finger on it when she said it was cathartic. It definitely was but I didn't realize it at the time. What I realized was that I was so spacey following the post that I actually CUT myself with a butter knife. Not on purpose, of course - I think I'd choose a better method for self-mutilation (not that I'm a self-mutilator). After I finished making a fluffernutter (ah comfort food), I washed the fluff off of the knife and managed to cut my thumb while doing so. I was pretty embarrassed. Sam had a good laugh over that one, even trying to recreate how the butter knife could be so sharp. Turns out it's not, I'm just real lucky, or dumb - depends on how you look at it.

But the best part of writing (typing?) out strong feelings? Once again my body knows me better than I know me. I haven't been able to fall asleep prior to 2 or 3am for the last two weeks. Last night I fell asleep soon after my head hit the pillow at midnight. Coincidence? I think not.

So maybe in the future, I need to let the emotions flow here instead of keeping it all inside. Self-care has never been my strong suit, but I'll try. Thank you everyone for the positive, uplifting comments. Anonymous, thank you especially, whomever you are - that comment brought an even bigger smile to my face.