Recently, my husband and I got into an argument. He brought up that I am constantly running from my problems until I am backed into a corner and am basically forced to solve them. He didn't say those exact words but that was the message for the most part. I tried to argue back, although there was no point, he was right. I have always been the type to run away, mostly out of convenience. I'd rather save my troubles for another day, delay them as long as I could. I realized, just tonight, that I can't keep running from my past, no one can. I guess I have always known that but it doesn't make it any less true than it was years ago when I thought I could "outrun" my past. I thought, for awhile, that as I got older, my past would sort of disappear. I don't mean in a sense of that I believed it could just not be there and everything thing I have done and been through could be erased like it never happened. I just wish I didn't spend so much time hiding from it. Only now have I begun to face it and I don't feel too bad. The problem comes when I'm faced with multiple problems from my past or something from way back when comes up and I'm not prepared at the moment to deal with it. I am trying to do the best I can with what I've done and I can't change that. I want to keep writing but I'm starting to feel sick so good night readers. I need to lay down.
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About the AuthorI got the idea to create a blog in December 2014 on a random type of day.Writing has always been therapeutic; the only way I could communicate clearly, in actual words instead of struggling to unscramble the swirl of images, metaphors & analogies that is my thought process. In short, Archives
February 2020
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