Sweet day with my grandson. We made pie because that is his favorite food in the world, and his answer to every request, "What would you like?"
My pie crust has the deserved title of being edible cardboard. It was a little tougher today because it was played with even more than usual. But we also made Shepherd's Pie!
I have been thinking about the private lives of people, and that none of us is perfect. And everyone I know holds themself to a higher standard than anyone else ever possibly would. And we continue to internally berate, and even despise ourself even when the behavior and the pain are in the past.
Why do we do that? What blocks us from loving and accepting and forgiving ourself? What is the pay-back, the reward for bearing this burden for a lifetime?
Night...C.
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