One of THOSE nights

A night of writing and deleting. First a huge long email. Delete. Then a long LJ entry. Delete. Then a shorter LJ entry. Delete. Then a super-short private entry just to mark today down so I don't forget it. And did I gain anything from all that writing and deleting? Yeah, actually, cuz they were things I needed to say to somebody, even if it ended up only being myself. And all that sounds depressingly angsty, but it wasn't at all. It was me being strong and fiercely happy and closing a door that's long needed closing.