but yesterday, after writing about remembering things properly (and before the allergies required stupefying medication), I was walking through the sunny, Spring-colored, tree-dappled edge of the government office section of Manhattan, when suddenly, the other side of an issue that's been disturbing me for days became clear to me.
All of a sudden, I could see how and why someone could see things or feel differently about something than me.
It didn't fix things; didn't change the actual circumstances of my life at all.
. . . But I felt better.
No Comments for this post yet...
| Mon | Tue | Wed | Thu | Fri | Sat | Sun |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| << < | ||||||
| 1 | 2 | 3 | ||||
| 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 |
| 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 |
| 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 |
| 25 | 26 | 27 | 28 | 29 | 30 | 31 |