sophiaserpentia | (no subject)

Last night the city called to me, and so late in the evening I hit the city and wandered around. I exchanged phone numbers with a lovely woman who works in the French Market. Even though it was a decent night, I have a sense of melancholy this morning. That might have nothing to do with the recent breakup or tough decisions that have to be made as a result of it.

For my employer's newsletter I have to write a description of who I am, what I do, where I went to school, etc. It's a short paragraph that should take maybe five minutes, but I can barely force myself to do it. I've been playing "the game" so long that I can do it almost without thinking... but to write about the straight-laced front I put on as if that is "me" feels dishonest and self-deprecating.

So here's a description closer to the real me. Maybe I should tell them to put this in the newsletter instead of the one I will actually turn in. It's a bit maudlin, I guess, probably far different from the short paragraph I would write tomorrow or even later today.

Sabrina is a mystery as deep as the boundless sea. She seeks to cultivate harmony and oneness within a cosmos that often strikes her as full of sorrow and unfriendly. She gets through the day by drawing upon a well of inner peace that she has cultivated through meditation and contemplation, but she still struggles every day with issues stemming from her sexual identity. Sabrina has hurt everyone she's ever loved, often simply by being who she is. She's human, far too human.