My wise friend Talyaa pointed out that while I may have disconnected from the Dude, that I was still holding on to the anger and hurt of the future I had planned on (and had been promised).

Taking her wise words, I dug out the papers I had with doodles and thoughts and plans . . . Papers I hadn’t thought of till she showed me what was going on that I hadn’t thought of.

So I made a house.

 

and then I burned it down.

 

I set myself free. Again.

Without malice. I just did what needed to be done. There is better out there for me than that future I was so attached to. I see clearly what I want, and why, and I know it’s the very best for me. The very, very, freaking best.

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(Bulletin board next to my desk at work πŸ™‚ )