Oh Hubski
Facing problems just sucks. As I've said in these pages before: fuckity-fuck-fuck. See you all on the other side (of the problems).
Oh, today's writing prompt --
Do you have a "facing it" poem? Does "it" lose some of its power when you look it in the face and see its arrogance and meanness as trembling and small? Probably not, but look it in the face anyway.
Facing it is realizing that if you don't change, neither will your circumstances. Facing it is forgiving others but most importantly, yourself. Facing it is recognizing that the clock is ticking. Facing it is realizing that we are often programmed to push-away the things that bring us the most joy. Facing it is folding your laundry and fixing the sink
I'm back with another pointless comment!
Dude - nothing you say is ever pointless. What's with all the #selfdoubtski? I always saw you as confident. Is it the new location?
Cannon to right of them! Cannon to left of them! They're fucked! bugles Sorry lil I meant to have great things to contribute, I thought I might click on your name and see what you've been up to, but it turns out I don't have very much to say on the subject of facing one's problems. It seems to me that if there is a way to face them you act accordingly, and if there is not, you don't. The rest is just hand-wringing and bugles. EDIT: Bronwen is such a wonderful name, also Branwen. I believe there is such a character in L'Engle? I wonder if I can get away with naming a future daughter that. It's a very woods witchy name, to me, so she might come to resent the implications. Branwen was royalty or something, but I like Bronwen better.Do you have a "facing it" poem?