Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Forty days of chronicling my humanity. And on day forty, I feel . . . alone, unsure, damaged, hurt, uncared for, left out, and like nobody will ever see who I really am and what I am really capable of. Radical transparency, friends.
It's also Chaharshanbeh Souri. I will participate in the festivities this year, and I hope this beautiful, symbolic act of cleansing will help me create clarity to set bold and great intentions for the new year.