Tonight I finally did the splits for the first time in my life. It's not the achievement I wanted, or even expected, but it's the one I'm currently acknowledging. I haven't had a drink in 15 days. The last time I had a drink I had five or six large glasses of Sancerre and then got sick for the whole of the Christmas period. During that period I refused an invitation to my favorite bikini bar because I opted to stay at home and do laundry. The other night I rewatched Erin Brockovich, as I do once a year, and felt some semblance of faith resurging in my body. Via text message, a friend of mine recently referred to the human body as a “flesh prison”. I laughed aloud. I really needed that.
Loved this Substack!!!…love how you write and your flow of your essay…. I can reread this over and over and not get bored!………for me the standout line which i love is, ‘Raw is better than numb’…happy new year!
Happy New Year, Eve. May 2023 be a good year for you and all of us.
You're already have changed the world for the better by standing up some who really needed it against many that have little to zero common sense.
You also steered some like me towards Substack which I luv & can't wait to get back into my 🐺story that I still haven't finished.
Cheers
Loved this Substack!!!…love how you write and your flow of your essay…. I can reread this over and over and not get bored!………for me the standout line which i love is, ‘Raw is better than numb’…happy new year!