Stretching

A journal page from the past, 11 years ago. These words:

“stretch to others even though it hurts and strains and would be more comfortable to snuggle back in the comforting cotton wool of blissful ignorance” -Sylvia Plath

I read in front of people today, something I’d written a year ago. That was stretching for me. Go-go-gadget arms. Now I’m crawling back into my comfortable cotton wool for the night. Remember the movie Cocoon? They say if we go with them, we’ll live forever. That was a great movie.