Not a lot of thought goes into apologies, when those apologies need to be made to yourself. Innately, we are flawed and for some of us (ahem ahem), losing ourselves to a fantastical exploration is anyday much more exciting than the realities of life as we see it. In short, we live in our heads and push away attempts by our insides to bring it out. We reject it. Draining our own inner strength bit by bit, through this resistance. So eventually, when the inevitable curtains are lifted, we are left spent, drained and at a loss for who to blame. I do this. Internalize pain. Lash out at myself for allowing this to happen. For attaching my sense personhood to someone else's thoughts about me. For letting those critical of me, closer than they should be. Because, I'd think, maybe they can see something, I can't see. My blindspots. But here's the black and white. The 411. No one else can see every part of your life but you. No one else can hear the inner voice telling you w
In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life. It goes on. Robert Frost