I'm different these days.
I suppose I've always been different, but I feel even more different these days than in all of the days that have come to pass before the one that is now.
I'm doing the best to open my heart...way, way open...before I open my mouth.
That sometimes doesn't happen and I know I'm hurting. Maybe I've hurt you, too? It was not on purpose.
I'm following my breath, putting my feet down, listening for sounds outside of my own head, trying to quiet the NOISE.
I'm so tired of hurting. Me. You. Us. Them. Everyone.
I'm just different these days and it is making me really tired.
