You can brick up your heart as stout and tight and hard and
cold and impregnable as you possibly can and down it comes in an
instant, felled by a woman's second glance, a child's apple breath, the
shatter of glass in the road, the words "I have something to tell you," a
cat with a broken spine dragging itself into the forest to die, the
brush of your mother's papery ancient hand in a thicket of your hair,
the memory of your father's voice early in the morning echoing from the
kitchen where he is making pancakes for his children.
Brian Doyle, writer, "Joyas Voladuras"
When I was in Paris I told her that she should leave this town soon, before her heart gets completely broken. Because that is what big cities do to people, they break their hearts. The next time that we met up was in my house in the small town that I live in. I was beyond heart broken, I was bruised all over. I thought that I have figured it all out, I have played it safe. I have followed all the right advices, even my financial planner gave me a thumbs up when she went through my portfolio. I am taking my career to the next level, Thursday nights couple of us meet up at a local starbucks to draft the business plan for own venture, and it is moving forward. I have a cute town house, I have tons of friends. I have , I have , I have....
And yet I am full of fears, full of hurt, and still afraid of rejection. Every step forward in life, brings out unresolved issues and painful memories. It is as if the more you accomplish in life the more you mess comes out...
In such situation I would usually get on a plane and go away to a far away and exotic land, and at this point both time and money are tight.
I thought I had it all figured out, I had all the safety measures in place. I even outsourced the tasks that I thought I was not good at. I assumed that I had everything under control and turned out it was all nothing but the sand castles made by kids at the beach...
Things started falling apart, people started turning against me and I was too fragile to be able to handle things with grace. At one point I even started avoiding my own family in fear of an unprecedented dramatic blow up, not that anything dramatic was going on but I just knew I couldnt handle anything. Hell I wasnt even going to confined in them about my pains and trials , in fear of hearing something judgmental .
Brian Doyle, writer, "Joyas Voladuras"
When I was in Paris I told her that she should leave this town soon, before her heart gets completely broken. Because that is what big cities do to people, they break their hearts. The next time that we met up was in my house in the small town that I live in. I was beyond heart broken, I was bruised all over. I thought that I have figured it all out, I have played it safe. I have followed all the right advices, even my financial planner gave me a thumbs up when she went through my portfolio. I am taking my career to the next level, Thursday nights couple of us meet up at a local starbucks to draft the business plan for own venture, and it is moving forward. I have a cute town house, I have tons of friends. I have , I have , I have....
And yet I am full of fears, full of hurt, and still afraid of rejection. Every step forward in life, brings out unresolved issues and painful memories. It is as if the more you accomplish in life the more you mess comes out...
In such situation I would usually get on a plane and go away to a far away and exotic land, and at this point both time and money are tight.
I thought I had it all figured out, I had all the safety measures in place. I even outsourced the tasks that I thought I was not good at. I assumed that I had everything under control and turned out it was all nothing but the sand castles made by kids at the beach...
Things started falling apart, people started turning against me and I was too fragile to be able to handle things with grace. At one point I even started avoiding my own family in fear of an unprecedented dramatic blow up, not that anything dramatic was going on but I just knew I couldnt handle anything. Hell I wasnt even going to confined in them about my pains and trials , in fear of hearing something judgmental .
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