Saturday, February 6, 2010


Sometimes I like to retreat into my head.

When I'm stressed or having a tough week, I tend to disappear off the radar. 
During these times I don't like to leave the house, go outside or talk to people. 
Problem is that leaving the house, going outside and talking to the people I love, are the more often then not the things that help pull me back into the world. 

This past week I saw me lost and wondering.
I didn't leave the house. I did the best I could to avoid the people who would notice. 
Only by avoiding they did notice.

Sometimes the only way to find the path again is with a bottle of wine and a late night of girly giggles.
The path is in no way straight.
But I can feel it under my feet again.
With a little bit of love I'm pretty sure I'll see it soon as well. 


Chantelle {fat mum slim} said...

Oh lovely. I know the path. I've walked it many times before.

Thinking of you. xx

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