I think you forget …

Where we’ve been.

Listening: A love letter

There is something very painful in this. Not the story you are telling, it helps to hear you share the events of the day. Thank you.

It is not the crumminess of those around you not giving you the chance to do the thing you are best at, getting the thing you want, emailing you back, meeting the deadline that was clearly set. They sure are lousy. They deserve all the blame. You are wronged, confused, or bored and I agree. It is all those things. It is tricky and just one more ‘maybe’ from being a better scenario or giving us enough information to know it is no longer worth bothering trying for.

I am totally with you in all of this and super happy to sit here and tilt my head and take it in.

No, not happy: I am honored. Sure, I’ll do my good bit of talking too. In time, as inclined, as we do, but in all of that, there is something I will never share: it hurts, and I don’t know how to tell you about it.

However, I am inspired to go for it. Either it seems a challenge to try to explain the agony or it is just too much at the point not to, and in doing that I get that this is maybe a mistake, but who cares about mistakes anyway?