At the tender age of 17, I walked across this bridge, alone, into Downtown Pittsburgh, with $300 in my pocket that my mother had given me to get an abortion. I went into the Fulton Building (in the picture) and did what I was told to do. I didn't have a choice - if I did, I wouldn't have chosen abortion.
Friday, June 1, 2012
I'm sensing a pattern...
I'm starting to see that I get all stirred up from time to time and it seems random at times and at other times I should have seen it coming. With the end of the school year, a change in my work schedule, the change in the day to day schedule, some new opportunities on the horizon, pending visits back home, and all the rest... I find myself with much unrest. I'm usually okay with change and adapt pretty well. I think it's the things that aren't changing that I want to change so badly that are bothering me right now. I woke up several times last night chasing away the nightmares and then spending time trying to figure out where they came from. So, I went looking for a little inspiration this morning and found it in my own back yard.