I'm happy to say that I now understand completely all of my faults.
Which is to say, I more than likely understand none of them!
But alas, here I sit in the lobby of this hotel in this town in this state within North America, seeing a bit a of a matrix pattern in all areas of my life.
I’m afraid to admit when I don’t know something.
I’m afraid to admit that I want friends. Which is maybe why I enjoy event planning so much, and being part of making that magical space for connection.
I’m afraid to make deep friendships and keep up with them, because then I have to lose them every time I move. (thus I don’t have any friends that I’m vulnerable with).
I’m afraid to admit I want to be closer to my parents because I love them and I know they won’t be around for the rest of my life most likely. I’m terrified of losing them, of losing my best friends in the world.
I’m afraid to admit I want validation of my ideas and efforts, and just me…


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