Why is it sometimes so damn hard to say, "I'm sorry, but this just isn't working out"?
Is it because you want it to work out? Is it because you feel obligation? Is it because you are looking too hard for reasons that it should?
I don't know. Sometimes, though, the honest thing is the hardest thing.
Even when it's so obviously easy.
I've realized that my clarity isn't what it could be. I need to find ways to be more certain of my intent and of how well that intent is conveyed.
I cannot and should not be insecure with what I want.
Clarity seems to be a major issue. I'm feeling completely unclear on so many fronts and in so many ways.
Am I clear about what I want? Or perhaps more correctly, am I clear about what I don't?
Maybe I just need everyone to realize that sometimes I don't know what I want, and that's okay.
But the most important thing I want to be clear about?
Just because I don't know what I want, I'm not necessarily looking to find out what it is. I can't be told what I do want, or what I need. Others' conceptions of my desires, or their will for my desires, is not going to make mine match.
Nothing is created when their will attempts to shape mine except a deeper rift between their desire and my will.
Is that clear?
Finally, Infinity has joined the ranks of the hunters, catching her first mouse last night. I managed to get it away from her, but it died as I watched. I'm proud of my girl. Very, very proud. (For those wondering, yes, she's an indoor cat, and the mouse was caught indoors. I'm not quite irresponsible enough to let my cats outside.)
And thank you all for the addresses. Now to figure up how much I need to set aside just for postage. . .