growing hurts

I am a very straight forward, black and white, no-nonsense.... Feeler. Ironic, eh? I can fight with the big dogs but would rather sip tea.

At times there is boiling in my soul. An incident will hit me at a soft place and for days I am mulling it, trying to analyze it and put it in it's place. Rarely is this process evident to anyone. When I was younger I would ignore it and then I would have a meltdown for some inexplicable reason. Hindsight would teach me. Now I am more aware of me. More aware of signs and triggers. Inner chaos is no longer a way I would describe myself. I am an internal processor. (verbal precessing is in my DNA, but not at a heart level)

Sometimes I realize that the turmoil in my soul is refreshing. Hurts like hell in a delicious way. I begin to look at the world with a slightly different perspective. Largely undefinable but unable to return, ahhhhh, progress!

BRING IT ON!