I took a few days off. I was emotionally spent and needed some time to fix some things that felt broken.
My dad tried to teach me to own my fuck-ups, to do better next time. I haven’t always; it’s so much easier to lie to oneself than admit wrongdoing that hurt those we love. Nobody wants to be the monster in someone else’s story.
… if people wanted you write warmly about them, they should have behaved better.
That goes doubly for those of us who want to be read about warmly.
So I took some time to deal with all of that. I didn’t feel much like writing.
In the midst of it all I was reminded again that I am incredibly fortunate. I have a life full of people who take me as I am; whose grace has far exceeded anything I would have a right to ask for.
I’ll be back with my bullshit tomorrow.
Love,
Rudy
