Being wrong has never felt so sweet. Emotions are a mysterious thing, especially not being raised in a way that promoted emotional intelligence, so of course I was wrong. I was wrong because I didn’t know what success felt like—I had no frame of reference. History, the harshest teacher, had taught me anxiety and uncertainty were the hallmarks of attachment—of relationship. Oh boy, I was wrong, and so glad that I was, am I. Robust pillars stand sturdy holding up the calm environment in which open and truthful discussion takes place; the agora facilitating communication of a city. Communication truly is the key to relationship.
Communication, oh silly me!
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