As many of you have already noticed (thanks for your messages) I took a short break from blogging, tweeting and posting to various sites last week. I scheduled a meeting with a good friend from high school. We hadn’t seen one another for quite some time – at least 20 years. We were well acquainted, but we didn’t routinely hang out together during those ‘good-ol’ days.
Funny how much we don’t realize about another person’s journey. It’s easy to cover pain with smiles and laughter. But inside there is no fooling [true] self, internal. The art of camouflaging fear, pain, anxiety, abuse or neglect is one known all too well, I suspect, by most individuals. Regardless of class, ethnicity, size, shape or belief(s); anguish and heartache does not discriminate.
Initially, we were going to have our in-depth conversation over the phone, but after consideration, we scheduled our face-to-face meeting on a Sunday. Considering we would meet to talk about some issues of joy and pain, a little business, goals and old times – I suggested a familiar setting for our anticipated discussion(s). We agreed to meet at a…click here to continue reading.