We are 25 days into 2014 and typically this is a time when half the world may begin some sort of shame pile on for whatever resolution they may have picked that is starting to loose its momentum. I wish each person could feel proud of 25 days of victory instead. We are so dang hard on ourselves. I am so hard on my people. Sometimes within seconds of how I reacted to spilled drink or broken lamps or stained anything or towed cars or no exercise, I catch myself too late of responding my instafeel which is more along the lines of dernit to heck i told you to use to hands or tell me how that happened to these things are no big deal. And I want to take it back instantly; my face of shock that everyone isn't perfect, but the mule half of me kicks in and doesn't always rewind on my initial call. And I should. Even if that would make my people think I was a bit split personality, fine, then together we would see we spend so much of life on that very fine line of how we know we want to be and how we turn out to be on all the tired run down unprocessed days. oh my people, thank you for all the faces you offer to me of mercy for my unedited harshness. Thank you for all the times we make it all the way to the other side. Forgive me if I hope your memory is jaded only to the good reactions. Inside, I'm working on it.