Dear Cabbit... I'm Approachable...

Sitting here.

I'm thinking about my thinking.

And no, I'm not in the thinking spot.

I'm in the driveway at the yellow house.

Trying to focus on work.

Though that isn't working.

So I'm sitting here thinking of absurd things, while talking to a gal pal on the phone...

Thinking about how silly we can both be, sitting here thinking about not talking to each other...

Trying to find all sorts of distractions..

Dear Cabbit...Phoenix Moments and Healing...Spirit saying, "Here I come! Ready or not!"

I know that today, you're likely very much in your feelings.

Not just because I know things, but because your reaction to my heads up of the potential path ahead, tells me that you're just now dealing with and healing some old feelings you've been carrying around; moreso from the past, then from me specifically - though I've made my mistakes that have contributed too. No one is innocent.

I just know your response was much less to do with "me", and much more to do with what you've been used to from ppl all your life - and that by me being me; being authentic, keeping my faith, and no longer being afraid of anyones reactions, that it feels so unfamiliar - it always has. Like, when I was being insecure, controlling, and crazy - you almost seemed like you felt more reassured. 'The devil you know', and that sort of thing.