| Diaryland Home | |||||
Falling Short Feeling: spiky Ever read back over something you wrote long ago, and feel intimidated by the strength and certainty of your own words? I remember back when I was so certain of how my future would unravel, so certain of what I used to be, and what contributed to who I was, and how in the end I was about 90% wrong in all my hypotheses. How I fell short of my own standards in the long run. Because looking back now, I was just as scared, just as insecure, just as ugly and small and gray. I just had better words for it, words with more fight to them. Now I'm still small and gray, but I recognize it as such. And I'm too self-aware to pretend I know what's coming, so I just sharpen my edges, preparing for the moment when someone steps on me, so that at least I can retaliate with pinpricks. Before, I would have believed that by now I'd be capable of growing to full height, brandishing weapons of my own. But in the end I barely have the strength to hold a shield. Comments? 1 so far... | Procrastination finally grows some teeth - 2010-11-29 Necessity: the Mother of Invention - 2010-11-29 Enforced Work Ethic - 2010-11-28 A Week of Perfect Nothings - 2010-11-28 4 more days - 2010-11-27 Alms for the Poor? |