WifeMotherExpletive extended an invitation I could not refuse: "Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking" on the word, Real.
real is what I always strive to be. in a hurry to be as real as possible, I've overlooked so much. I have denied myself things that would have helped me understand things better. real, but real for who? as I age, I want to be more real to me because I suspect that there will be many surprises. hard to believe that I will be surprised since I have lived with myself for 36 , going on 37 years, but I don't doubt it for one minute. Honesty is where I falter. I can achieve "real" (does it qualify as real if it is in quotation marks) but it may not be true. In general, I want things to be tied up in a package and smooth even it is too jagged to fit. I want this, I know that to be real, it cannot happen but I think true is what I need to really aim for. I know some things are true for ages before I admit it out loud. I want the truth is be my roommate. To share its food and responsibilities. I do not invite it over enough, I'm conscious of all the good truth does but still I hesitate. Is it because I'm an introvert and am afraid of giving myself over too much. I hold myself back behind folds of cloth.
Now, it is YOUR turn!
Now, it is YOUR turn!
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