Think I'm gonna make my scales a nice lavender. Lena's psyched, of course, being a strawberry cheesecake and all, she's over the moon whenever someone has nice pastels, but I think it's just a nice progression- from grey to colorful, feels right, feels like how I've grown.
And yes, I treat Lena as her own critter in our head. She’s not really a speaking or fronting sorta beast, but she’s separate enough for us to have a dialogue now and again. Label that however you will, I find applying such labels to myself tiresome and won’t do it.
I’m just happy that the love and the enthusiasm and the positivity in me has a face. I haven’t known her for so long, I’m glad she’s here now. And slowly, surely, stubbornly, she’s making me better too.
