Grace
I often wonder why, when all is going haywire, people can’t show me grace if I lose my tongue or my composure.
So I don’t make it a habit of parting, however temporarily, with either.
But i can only tell myself so many times to think of the problems others have that turn them into less-palatable versions of themselves.
I get that they transfer their stuff onto me that’s meant for someone else. Or maybe I do deserve it, in their minds. I don’t know.
I won’t respond either way, though. I’m a safe recipient.
Until I’m not.
Grace is a two-way street. And it’s feeling pretty lonely right now.