Layers of the Onion

2008 was the year I came home home to myself, finally. This was after two to three years of peeling away the layers of the onion, in the faith that I would find a durable heart.

I didn't always know that it was there to be found. Often I felt that the thin, insubstantial layers of me were all that I had, and I might go on peeling them away forever.

This onion is actually a pad of Post-It notes; a good metaphor for communication, and all the little messages I allowed other people to stick to my forehead over the years. (Thanks to Lisa at Tokyo Mango)

I have lost a few friends in the past year, and will possibly lose a few more. I don't regret that, except a little,and neither do I regret making friends with them.

Drinking: lemon and ginger tea
Listening: Mylo - Valley of the Dolls

Friendship Is Light

This is not how I feel today, unfortunately, but it's how I try to be.