I was ccoming out of an art class today, pleased and frustrated with a surreal kind of painting with Frieda Kahlo and ballet dancers, going to wash my brushes, when a woman that I know slightly mocked me for a muscle spasm that I have as a result of some medication I took a while back. I just stood there with a tight little smile, my brushes and paint pans I was going to wash and said, “Thanks, thanks a lot” and went into the bathroom.

I know it’s nothing. I know it shows her pettiness more than my weakness, but it’s been haunting me, even though the voice in my head says “Let it go. It’s nothing. Don’t go that route of returning rudeness for rudeness”.

I did some retain therapy and bought a London Fog trenchcoat and went, “Ha, take that”.

I know how hollow that is, the real transformation I’m still working on comes from the inner voice that says I am a child of God, that all I’ve experienced, including insanity, was a path to my destiny, that is not preconceived, but merely a tapestry of my will and God’s, the interwoven skeins making this beautiful weaving.

You’re doing great to have the self-awareness that you do with your family. I can say from your photo you are beautiful and young, no one knows what the future will hold, but don’t let it frighten you. Believe me, I never thought I could handle the curve balls life thew my way, but you adapt and survive.

Be well (or is it Namaste?) Michele