Contrition

If you are anything like me you spent decades in contrition. Apologizing for being the way you were became a staple of your reality because you and everyone around you had been educated the same way.

I can look back at this now not with gobsmacked amazement but rather with understanding of how something so engrained and pervasive becomes an overbearing weight we are so hard pressed to drop. How then can I blame others who were equally programmed to respond any differently.

Irrespective of that load, pounding at the door was my sense of authenticity. I had been running out of road which at the very end of, resided a semblance of myself.

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