Coming in contact with my needs over the years has been a surprising process. I don’t think of myself as a complicated person. I know myself well, and take the best care that I know how to take. And yet I realized that I have minimized my needs for the sake of others over the years. It has hit me recently while integrating into a new place again. There’s a lot on my mind, and I’ve been having insomnia for the first time in my life. I feel my place here, in Port Townsend, is temporary, and will pass before I know it, since I’m starting school in September and have to move to Seattle before then. And yet I have to establish the full trappings of a life here—community, work, routine, friendships—in order to feel any semblance of grounding, and in order to support myself. This on the back of having done that no less than 8 or 9 times over the last 10 years.
Also I unsubscribed from a duplicate email.
Hang in. I hope to see you this year.
Consider me tenderized