Things are going crazy again, because I'm on the very last chapter.
There's a lot of different names and character's to keep track of and I just can't put it all together to explain very well.
But basically there's been more fighting, more conspiracy, more death, it's really draining, it's one bad thing after another for these cats.
What I really want to reflect on the most after reading this book, is all the pictures I made in my head.
How I imagined every single event that took place.
How I imagined the environment and, all the cat's, and all the events that took place.
I forgive myself for accepting and allowing myself to fear reading fantasy novels without pictures in my head.
I forgive myself for accepting and allowing myself to define having pictures play out in mh head while I read as bad.
I forgive myself for accepting and allowing myself to fear not being able to direct myself to stop creating pictures in my head if I ever realized in self honesty the importance to do so for myself.
I forgive myself for accepting and allowing myself to feel sad that I won't have my friends as the cat's I've imagined in my head while reading.
I forgive myself for accepting and allowing myself to imagine I have friends in my head.
I forgive myself for accepting and allowing myself to not be self honest and truthful within myself when facing the reality of what I define as friendship and what my real friendship embodies, and why I'd rather imagine having cat friends in my head.
These keystones of facing imagination are the point of this blog, so that's why it's more important to face my relationship to imagination than it is to go into depth story wise in what happened within this book.
I commit myself to stop, breathe, when and as I see myself creating imagination relationship's of friendship within me, as I give myself the opprituinuty to cut through my imagination and see what these friendships really represent for me.
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