Veruca Salt

I expected to miss it more, to long for what had been good.

 

This longing is strangely absent.

 

In some ways, the past 7 years feels almost like a dare. It was a challenge -

Are you tough enough?

Are you patient enough?

Is there anything you wouldn't do?

How long can you go without doing what is right by you?

How long can you love?

 

I don't need to challenge myself any more.

 

I know the fear I can endure, the hurt I can carry, the depths of my patience and my love and my trust.

 

I said no to being challenged, and found there was little else left.

 

Now I consider the ways I challenge myself. Are my motives about proving myself, or living the life I want?

Done