This post is following a conversation I had with God the other day. I don't want to forget it and move on, I want to dwell on it and change. There's a reason your young years are called "formative years". They truly are, no matter how much change you go through later... in my formative years, I lost people I loved. I learned that trust is stupid, and that just when I'm having the best of times, the biggest of blows is sure to follow. So I learned to brace for impact. Things right now are good, in fact they are wonderful; therefore the blow to come must be devastating. Brace . Of course this isn't a conscious thought process... but just the other day, I was reflecting on how wonderful life is for me right now and all I've been given and immediately a deep sense of foreboding descended. Of something awful ahead, undefined and vague. The response to that is what I call "bracing for impact" - hardening, not letting people in too close, bei...
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