catharsis
I haven’t really full blown cried in quite some time. I can’t even remember the last time I cried fully and with abandon. But tonight I had a huge release. I think, maybe, it had been building up for a while now.
My cat, Puddy, sneaks out into the living room after the dogs have been put to bed. I noticed, tonight that she needed her nails clipped. I usually do it in the bedroom, her domain, where she feels safe. I didn’t really think twice about being in the living room, but something must have spooked her (the tiniest of noises will send her running back to her lair) and I felt her back claws whip up and into my flesh. As she dropped, now free to escape, I lost it completely. (The blood helped my release, I’m sure, as well as the fear & pain.)
I try to recognize and appreciate the opportunities the universe gives me to learn and grow, but in this case, I really wish my face had been spared from this lesson. I’m worried I will have a scar from this much needed catharsis.
