I love men.
I really do.
But one of the things that is toughest for me is when the man in my
life thinks he is right when I am pretty darn sure that he is not.
It has been a challenge to pick my battles carefully. If it is
critical that he know that he is not as right as he thinks he is, I am
building the courage and the vocabulary to gently express myself. This
morning I mentioned that I met a new friend, a medical doctor, and that
I wanted to nurture the relationship.
Not even now.
Yes, I have found a man who is more that I ever hoped for and yes, I
am ridiculously happy these days but truth be told, I live very
carefully most of the time. The age old thought habit driving the need
to be perfect is a tough one to overcome.
I am challenged this day to examine that position. Do I really
believe that no one is trustworthy? Where did that belief come from.
Hmmmm. Yes, there have been a few disappointments along the way. And
yes, a few people I thought were solid as the rock of Gibraltar had
feet of clay but in their humanity, weren’t their errors in judgment
right in line with who they were at the moment?



