. . .
I sat with that concept for awhile, and yep, I could buy that. In fact, I could see that I had an issue with someone being ‘in my way’, or impinging on my freedom.
But I couldn’t figure out how to do anything about it.
A car would cut me off in traffic, and I would try to remind myself, You’re just pissed because you don’t want anyone to get in your way, Helen.
But then I would answer myself back, Damn right I’m pissed! Get out of my way, asshole!
Clearly, something had...Read More