Reflections, briefly

I've been reading posts from over seven years ago (when I wrote as another person, elsewhere on the web-world). And I think back to me today. In some ways, I worry for me - I worry that somewhere in me, there is a tendency to great intensity and that I am going to, to borrow a phrase, "die a wistful death".

But, I've had enough of that intensity. I'm tired of this notion quiet acceptance of what one of the Witches calls a sense of helplessness in the face of intense love. And at this point, I absolutely refuse to die wistfully.
Deep breath.

Homework beckons. More, soon.