Objects in the mirror....

I just deleted a long post. I had written it, posted and taken a shower. Just writing it helped me sort some things out, I felt immediate release. Wow! Sometimes, I need to talk to others to get things off my chest. In this case, just the act of removing the thoughts from my brain left me feeling lighter, better. I supressed for a long time. Unsupressing through writing was my act of survival. The post served it's purpose. So I deleted it.

On to more important things, like the fact that my first wrinkle (it's by my nose) got burnt from airbag stuff and now is a leathery streak where once only a wrinkle stood. My first wrinkle. I find that entertaining for some reason...