The remains of this day...
Most days, when I stop and look down at the place where I am standing,
I recognize that I am standing on holy ground.
When I look up and notice that people around me are attempting to capture their lives in their own unique way just as I am seeking to capture my own, I recognize that I am not alone in this place where I am standing.
On those days, I recognize and am profoundly grateful for how blessed I am.
But on some days, days like today, my words are misunderstood,
as though I have spoken or written them in a foreign tongue.
On days like that, like today, every step I take, no matter how gingerly attempted,
lands on the tenderest nerve endings of someone else's already-tender psyche,
(and it is always someone dear that i clumsily injure...)
I wonder how hard it will be to buy a first-class ticket,
book passage on a one-way journey,
and disembark in an undisclosed port,
never to be heard from again.
I have my alter-ego's name picked out already.
My bags are nearly packed.
Fare thee well, one and all.