Sometimes, in moments of doubt, fear, frustration and when I've just flat out stuffed too much inside...I spill my guts. This happens because the me who wants to hide has battled with the me who wants to be known, and the me who wants to hide finally loses. I guess I'm at that place again. The me who wants to be known is the me who wants to be accepted for who she is. I have a sneaking suspicion, I'm not alone in this. We take our parking ticket to the lady behind the desk to get it stamped, validated so we don't have to pay for parking. In the same way we bring ourselves to those we know, who sit behind a proverbial desk with a stamp of approval. We show them the thing we want validated hoping for that same type of stamp of approval. We do this because we want to be right. We don't want the embarrassment of being wrong or the guilt that comes with it, especially if we've taken action based on our sense of being right and it was less...
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