Trying to learn.

Sometimes, I think I understand how other people are feeling, and, other times, I know that my mind can't even attempt to wrap itself around the hurt (or joy) that someone else is experiencing. I'm afraid that, too often, I think I understand when I really don't and can't. Even if I've experienced something similar, I have not experienced it the way they have, and that can make all the difference.

Until I felt this, as me, I had no idea what it felt like. I had no idea how shameful and embarrassing and unequal and confusing it can be, and I thought they were so very dumb. And then "they" became "I."

I'm thankful that there are a few people in my life who seem to understand my soul in a way that is--dare I say-- borderline supernatural. It's nice to not have to explain myself so much because I've been doing an awful lot of that lately.

More lovin' and less judgin'