little monday didi….

Michelle Bloom

some mornings i wake up feeling so much more like a reader than a counselor. it’s not the same thing. the more i do the counseling work the more i realize it. i have to find a way to bring the reader to the counselor. maybe this week will bring some clarity and revelation around that. how can the priestess not be directive? how can the counselor not worry about following the road most travelled? there’s a rebellion inside of me that is surely a dragon, i can feel it. it’s the way school triggers and the way assessments force me to molt and change. there’s a metamorphosis happening and something feels threatened inside. god, i feel so unduly dramatic. i am really not in the mood to be dramatic-says another part of myself that’s like, “stop making this a thing,” and wow, when i think about it, i attract…

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