I’ve had a rough week.
The black dog has been circling and rearing its fucked up little head at times. The now-embodied voice of that particular little canine has, at times, been drowning out the voice that is offering words of encouragement. You know how you ‘just need to think positive’ ? That voice is being shouted down. Not often, but enough.
It’s aided by my reviewing of some work by some women I admire greatly and want to be like. One is building orphanages in Indonesia. Other is feeding hundreds of African children. Another is working her way to showing drug addicted and beaten