It seems appropriate to look over the table I sit at and admire the last flower of a bouquet, a reminder of the joy and friendships that have helped me find clarity, and the open hand-written journal of my work's current challenges with today's entry only have written, a documentation of a new kind of delusion, and this blog open on my computer, a representation of the distortion I walked away from last year.
More than once it has crossed my mind that maybe separating from the delusion of my marriage last year was all in preparation for this year. Not that the delusions of either year are related to the other. But both required and are requiring me to sift through what is real and what is not and to build something from that which I feel is real.
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