This past year I've been seeing little glimpses of the road not travelled in my life, and there's parts of that I'm sorry about, and parts of it I'm really not so sorry about.
I think I like my life.
Amazing what remaking part of your living room can do.
I found some good books in the cleaning:
Two on brain recovery and brain training that I'm going to send to K's Mom.
One for K:
'When you are the partner of a Rape or Incest Survivor'
about living with a partner who has PTSD, and the process of dealing with someone coping with it - I'm not kidding when I'm telling her I'm doing really well. I'm in the second year of dealing with this stuff, and it's going well - tough, painful, hard, but well.
Two for me to read:
'The High Conflict Couple'
'Lesbian Relationships' - yeah I know, we don't all identify as that, but it's a good book
I've been watching Brené Brown's TED talks on vulnerability and shame and they're clearly heavily condensed versions of her academic work, but not only do I want to read her academic writing, I feel deep respect for her willingness to talk about her personal experiences. It is, as she says, brave.
So, I have marking to do, essays to write, readings to do, and space to do it in.