The answers are not always what you want to see, read, or hear.
“Tell me?” “Tell me?” “Tell me?”
Questions that should have been asked previously—a long time ago. Avoidance and lack of conviction follow me like a shepherd’s collie.
I asked. She told me. The answers were honest—I wanted this, right? Honest answers can arrive heavier than expected.
The thing about asking questions you’ve been avoiding is that the avoidance was doing a job, keeping things possible and keeping the version you preferred intact.
Now I know. And knowing is better—right? Right now it doesn’t feel that way.
Not every day is a good one. Today is one of those.
But the commitment is to turn up. So here I am, sort of. Feeling blue.
Nick
