It’s a paradox that defines me: not afraid to go into a difficult or troubling moment to understand, to confront face, but yet unable to stay in a moment. Or maybe it’s no longer a paradox; maybe I think that I go into the intensity but I actually I don’t. It’s not clear yet.

I’ looking to not seem inadequate in that moment. On my Todd, as I am, quiet or pensive or withdrawn, I feel exposed, naked, vulnerable, open to ridicule. opne to misunderstanding, which often means hurt. Opening, even if not requested, i an invitation to see me a I am with myself. If I’m misunderstood, it’s rejection of the invitation.