I've made a lot of mistakes in the past week, which has been fraught with drama and peril. Happily I'm not as down on myself as usual for making these mistakes as I usually would be and I've already learned a lot. Recently a friend told me that I should use these experiences to make my "skin thicker", but I think I'm not really into the idea of thick skin and toughness. Mostly because I think it's a facade. Even though I often get my feelings hurt, I'm
OK with being just as I am; thin skinned but present. Another friend long ago lamented that our circle was comprised of people who were open with their vulnerabilities but consequently trampled on by the other people in our lives. She's right and I think we have the right idea and will eventually reap the rewards of a life lived honestly and with an open heart. (Fingers crossed.)
Today in San Francisco Living: At Civic Center BART (aka seventh circle of Hell) around noon we saw a man with his shirt up rubbing his soccer ball sized, purple and red, abdominal tumor. As we sauntered on over to the library all I could think was "that seemed unnecessary".
