Had reason to go back and read the The Privilege of 9/11 and thought about some of the things said to me this week and in times past.
Thought about how someone told me they never wonder about where they stand with me and how someone else said they haven’t got a clue who I am.
And thought some more about words once said in multiple places. Told some people all I wanted to do was spend time with them and told others they’re the reason I have aged.
Told the guy who said they haven’t got a clue who I am that isn’t my problem and that I am pretty consistent. Not hard to figure out what I need or what I want.
Sure we can have an intellectual discussion about the difference between needs and wants but it is really not that difficult.
I am a very good communicator. It is a specific strength of mine so if you don’t understand me chances are you haven’t any interest or doing so or perhaps I haven’t any interest in it.
It is generally that simple.
Reached a point in life where there isn’t time for games. Like me or love me and make an effort because if you don’t you can be certain the day will come when I’ll cut the line.
Things change and so do people and that is ok. I have had the conversation more than once and with more than once person.
Made sure my children know there are very few things in life that cannot be changed and that if you aren’t talking about those you’re never truly painted into a corner.
Sometimes the cage you think you are locked in isn’t really locked, you just never tried the door.
So the words I once said, well more than a few are tied to a consistent message that I haven’t changed.
That means something to me.
Got those things I stand for and that which I hold on my honor upon and that which no longer serves me is released.
Life is black, white, blue and multiple shades of grey. It is what makes it so damn good, so damn hard and so damn interesting.