AWP: The Aftermath

I’m so tired all the time this week because I think that sometimes being too happy wears me out more than being too sad.  Joy is the most frightening of all emotions because it raises me up an the higher I get the more I anticipate the fall.

I am working, though, on not letting my fear get the best of me.  This morning, I’m drinking coffee from my favorite cup and thinking about how happy I am.  I’m trying to pick all the fear out of the joy.

I wear a lot of black tops and my hair is thick and blonde so I shed all over myself all day long.  In the bathroom, I take off my dark shirts and try to pick off all the hairs.  Even using a lint roller I can’t always get every single thin little strand.  A few remain, and I can see them, I can feel them tickling my neck - but the shirt still looks presentable, still looks mostly black.