Mini workshop

It is not always a question of being stupid. More often than not it is a matter of weakness. I miss the workshop. Yesterday, I found myself once again in the workshop, digging deep and asking myself questions such as what I'm most afraid of, what are my reluctancies, etc. Knowing myself again, and realizing how fast I forget or I change. I'm reluctant to say that I'm unhappy. And its because I'm afraid I'll always be left behind. I'm most afraid of people leaving me. Of my mother dying with me leaving up the chance to expose myself to her completely, and her appreciating me the way I am.