A Thumb In A Stream

For as many thoughts and emotions I've articulated, there are so many more that I wish I could have captured.  This is my therapy.  

These posts have been like putting my thumb in a stream.  I've touched the surface at a single point, creating an eddy and ripples but letting so much go past.  

I should say that when I write a thought down it's more permanent than when I simply think it or express it in conversation.  And more than that it gets a sort of approval stamp from me when it's written down.  The stamp would have red ink and say in all caps: "ACCEPTED."  Accepted and capable of moving on.  In fact, it forces me to.

And at this time in my life, I am just hoping that my thumb plunges into the right spots in the stream, so that I can accept what I must and forget about the rest.  That we'll come through these times and be better for it, not ravaged by it.