“You’re pulling an 8 Mile, your flaws are on the table.”

omg… it’s a thing and how i “react” to over-correcting. it sure ain’t pretty but it somehow *felt* better… rebellion often does until it kicks your ass AND you realize that doesn’t work either and frankly, it’s exhausting… almost as wearying as following the rules to get myself GOOD and RIGHT.

which is why i enjoy reading the comments [and clapping… hurray! howdy, fellow WiestIES!… hi Alex… hi fellow fixer-uppers!… hi there peoples of all ages, sizes, shapes and colors who were told they came in *broke* and will leave the same way… cuz…well… just ask their…parents, teachers, friends, and EX-lovers… right?!?].

i am not alone.

thank you, Brianna and the fitter-than-we-could-even-imagine *misfits* who are no longer afraid to take a peek under the hood and be willing to accept and love what they see.

an old friend sent me this prayer for people *like us* [i say w/respect and some pride as praying and changing ain’t for sissies]…

“God help me to know the truth about myself, no matter how beautiful it is.”

thanks, b… and happy Tuesday… from the high-branches :-)