Two people were arguing about a stone. One was adamant that the stone was round. The other was set to make the point that the stone was blue. And they still don’t see eye to eye.
After everything I learned and practiced, to communicate, to mediate, to see reason, to successfully appease the most tense circumstances with cool and persuasion, I am humbled. And realize that I have set forth to do a lot, fast and based on my own strength. Such naiveté. The heart is willing but the flesh is weak. I am discouraged or better said saddened that some things and relationships will never be perfect in this world.
Everyone around us is very opinionated, especially about how and what we should do. And protocols and propriety are highly regarded. And we fall short. Of most everything. Disappointing others is almost familiar and comfortable as we just let go.
I am tempted to say that there is a world of people out there who love us, appreciate us, like us exactly the way we are, more so, they believe in us and think we are cool… but they are there and we are here… so I quietly roll with the punches.
I realize that nothing has taken me by surprise, but the cold shower, no matter how ready I am for it, it’s still painful. At first.