I'm embarrassed. Embarrassed that I'm not really measuring up as well as I'd like to against my peers. Embarrassed that I haven't been writing as much as I wanted to. Embarrassed that I have an unending mountain of stuff I'd like to do, but never really get to it.
I'm particularly embarrassed that I was brought back to a time... Where... Apparently, in all my wisdom, I put everything out on a piece of paper. Just laid out my heart and mind and made myself completely vulnerable. And then gave that piece of paper away for someone to read.
Honestly, I thought I put it beyond me... But uhh, it's still there, in that person's mind (heart?) I guess. And on my hard drive. I don't even feel like reading it... But I know I should. I should be brave and all that BS/jazz. It's crazy how much I've grown and changed. And how little has changed also.
Posted by Mark Canlas at February 21, 2006 10:57 PM | TrackBack