Looking back I can see the many times my choices on my life journey served as the gardener of my relationship tree and pruned away at my friendships.
Somehow I always find myself missing a boundary …
These situations where I can see definite benefits and I feel encouraged by praise and at the same time I am unable to tell when I have crossed to the side of too much, unhealthy and mind numbing are such a mind fluck for me.
Mirror, mirror on the wall, what do you mean I see others as I am not as they are?
I have to say that I accepted the fact that I was a racist easier than I am accepting this about myself.
In the messy middle, between storm and stillness
Walking through a city park torn up by a fierce storm the other day, the metaphor was not lost on me. Huge trees lay splintered
Once a racist, always a racist!
It was my first time in Venice. The Glassmaker had charmed me into wanting to see the island of Murano and so, here we were,
Almost one month sober
4:39 seems to be the hour. Anxiety wakes me and assures me that if I check email there will be something waiting for me there, for sure. Nothing. Oh, no, did I say email? I meant LinkedIn. Ok, let’s go. Nothing there either, of course. Except maybe there is something: a thought of warning.
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