I got roaring drunk Friday night.
I pleaded my case.
Tears and all.
It isn't working.
At the same time it is making me wonder just what my motivator is in all this.
I have what I set out for in the beginning.
When I said a post ago that I have fear, it really is more then that, I am terrified what will happen to me mentally if we cycle again and it fails. I am not so sure that I could take failure like that, and not lose my mind.
I mean, Seriously lose my mind.
It would be the end.
Although my heart isn't ready to accept it, I think my brain may be coming to terms with the thought that maybe it is time to move on from this space. It is so sad, dark, and bitter here that it really is starting to keep me from enjoying the Turtle.
I have been just watching her the last few days, and while one part of me wants more, another is screaming don't look away, you will miss something amazing.
Are you getting as sick of listening to me as I am listening to myself??
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