Mending fences

With a couple of words, everything seems ok again…

True there was some alcohol involved, but I’d like to think that that just made me a bit more honest and open to all of it.

It’s like the pressure’s off the kettle, like I’m not a walking time bomb anymore. It feels good, and it feels familiar. And bit by bit, I’m starting to feel like me again.

It’ll be just fine…