In and Out

Not the burger.Me.As time is passing I'm getting more and more comfortable with me."As time is passing" is such a passive sentence. It is as though I'm not a participant in my own life. Time just passes.No. Time doesn't just pass. It passes while I'm engaged with it.As I learn more about me and forge stronger bonds with people the tracks I walk become more etched in my history. The tracks can be traced to see who I am.

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A shout-out to my peeps in the CIA who are, no doubt, busy tracing. I'm like a good book, ya never know when a plot twist if going to get tossed your way.

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The real question? "Is it a problem?"I think not.Most of me is more than happy with this development. If someone knows me for who I am and still likes me, does that not make them a better friend? Conversely, if someone, upon finding out my secrets hidden behind my façade, no longer likes me, it begs the question if they ever liked me in the first place.The only part of me that is concerned is looking after those around me who are not yet ready to take the plunge as much. The collateral damage. The splash zone. I don't want to shatter people who aren't ready.