Monday, March 23, 2015
What we learn when we learn from others is that the person hates to fight 'cause fighting feels like incredibly hard work. Like trees fell or a storm came through.
Seven miles walking till my muscles ached and then a short, making sure you were good, phone call. You answered and I should be honored. There is a part of me that is, and I should have told you that before, but there is another part of me who claims to have an opinion or thought.
You say ego. Would I like to read a book?
And yeah but no, I have no problem being accused of something.
Dad said I wasn't trained right.
The thing about Dad and me is that I see his point.
And I laugh because I think I have a point as well, and many times it can be differing.
(oh the person who has to listen to that diatribe. maybe here you had to)
Sometimes I think I want to be sweet and sweet is a beautiful, beautiful thing. I know. I've done it. Other times I'm feeling I can't get everything done exactly like I want it to…
and sweet goes out the window and knocks down a few trees.
Maybe two sides is not only to a story. It can be to a person as well.
(then the third one who tries to calm everyone down)
Today I am grateful for seven miles of dirt and ant beds and gravel and trees leaning and being like water on a cloudy day.
(there has always been a tomorrow. maybe I'll get another chance on Monday. maybe not.)