in the raw

I know that it is not because here I am home alone on a rainy Friday night, but weekends are still the hardest time. Finally stripped bare of the usual layers of protection I carry, a false security that can trap you and keep you from ever getting close, here I am, just me, in the raw. To feel so absolutely vulnerable is scary yet strangely liberating at the same time. Anyway, it is all largely out of my hands right now and all I know is that I’ve done what I know to be right. I just hope that counts for something.