Last night, on that wondrous lip of near-sleep where the answers to everything can be found, I finally came up with the perfect words to speak to a situation that has caused me great anguish and confusion. The words felt as though they'd been written for me by a great speech writer, and they so accurately summed up what I felt that I was even impressed with myself.
The problem? They were words I needed over a month ago, once again proving that hindsight is the only clear vision.
I am trying not to feel frustrated at how I let slide what I really wanted to say, what was really true for me. I am trying to let go all around. And thought I had, until last night those words rose so silky true in my mind, unprotected by my habit of making nice.
I must remind myself in the words of one of my favorite poet-philosopher, Bob Marley: You can't please all the people all the time (okay, so he didn't originate the lines, but it sounds better set to Reggae music).