pause to consider

Looking through past LJ entries and emails for a recent project of mine... I read some of the things I've said (or felt), even just last summer, and just grimace. I suppose that's a sign of progress... I may still be f%^&ed up in several ways, self-image and interactions included, but it used to be worse. Go me.

(poem) A year in a friendship...

( Twelve stanzas about two people )