there is,

the part of me that is so horribly tender and feels badly for everything and everyone and aches over the smallest thing.

the part that is like an overly rebellious teenager which sees conformity and
status quo as a serious disease.

the part that is on stage and the life of your party and will perform a thousand tap dances to maintain her wonder woman profile.

the part that is such a hermit and would rather be, on any day, at home curled up with her kitties and totally isolated.

the part that is so gypsy im afraid to watch the travel channel because far away places are like a drug to her addicted soul.

the part of that is trying so hard to fit into this role and be good and do the right thing even though the shoes feel so bloody tight.

the part that is like an overly needy pet craving constant affection and contact.

and the part that is so deeply into spirituality and is constantly seeking and searching and wanting to understand it all.

the part that is a momma to anyone who comes to the door and thinks love and kindness is the only truth.

and of course, the part of that just totally wants to have fun and goof off and not take this whole thing so seriously.

if there were not a part of me that is really at peace with who i am at the very core, and really sinking into who i was meant to be, i dont know how i would manage all these pieces of me.

im going to take a few days here to take care of myself.
to do what i love and fill up the empty tanks.
i need to restock the kitchen so to speak to feed
all these hungry parts.

peace out.