We can escape from uncomfortable moments, or escape into them. Let the spiders on our frustration free, or hold them all, for a rainy day?
We can celebrate the success of others, and be inspired by it, or we can be consumed by it, and conspire in competition. There is only room for one queen? No. We. Are. All. The. Queen.
We can lift ourselves, on the steady beat of our own wings, or we can step ahead on the willing hearts of others. Please, please, step off my heart.
We can see the error of our ways, and accept the unconditional love of others, or we can push them away and clutch our unrelenting self-castigation.
Oh, Yes. When others love us, despite our finest flaws, we sometimes just can’t stand it. No. Push. It. Away. Wait. Is it possible we are so upset because we
Flip it again.