Perhaps I have been conditioned to expect disapproval.
That is why I worry about being judged and shown to be irresponsible and foolish.
That’s why I’ve been keeping myself secret.
Or so I thought.
Someone from my past was unexpectedly in touch lately.
I couldn’t have had a warmer, less judgemental, inspiring and loving conversation.
The years just melted away.
Now I’m castigating myself for my arrogance in assuming that they wouldn’t understand and love me anyway.
I can’t win with me.
But I win with her
I’m so glad
To be back.
And above all, welcome x