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Apologetics
The justifications we make for the paradoxes we find ourselves inside of. From the archives, with a little love for the passage of time.
I used to do this Thing.
(I did it yesterday).
The Thing I did?
Make sure I don’t get ahead.
Contend for the silver medal. Work for it, and then stab myself in the foot six steps before the finish line.
Yesterday people Asked Me For Help, which is perhaps one way The Universe says — hey, girl, someone wants to hear from you. I swatted it down. Got a little bratty. Felt overwhelmed that people would come to me for help, especially for something as complex and nuanced as Relationship Advice.
I have marked my success with an outdated ruler, in centimeters and metric tons of logic, antiquated units rather than stepping into what I do know.
What I do have to offer.
The Truths I know are these:
I had — and have — a wonderful relationship with The Ben, who was once my husband.
We stick to the promises we made That One Time we stood in front of the people
I’m here to support your spiritual growth, no matter what.
You call, I answer.
