tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7818749097611122154.post2525383926990691417..comments2023-05-22T03:57:59.966-04:00Comments on a boy & his dog-without the dog: wowJustMehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07183850944610363492noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7818749097611122154.post-29648644822568230232008-05-19T02:29:00.000-04:002008-05-19T02:29:00.000-04:00i just want you to know that i read every comment ...i just want you to know that i read every comment you leave me...and to risk saying the obvious, thank you so much for seeing the similarities in us, so long ago, that i was hardly aware of, and for continuing to share your experience with me!JustMehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07183850944610363492noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7818749097611122154.post-92033573447719260432008-05-17T15:02:00.000-04:002008-05-17T15:02:00.000-04:00I do this. I did this. Whenever I had evidence of ...I do this. I did this. Whenever I had evidence of my own "incompetence" I would seize it and grow it until it overshadowed any evidence to the contrary. It took a lot of dialogues. I'm not sure I'm done with it quite. I was doing it because, as some anonymous author said, it is not failing that I fear most, but being great. Greatness seemed like such responsibility, like failing without trying was easier than failing if I'd tried, like my life and relationships would change such a frightening lot if I did change so much. Now though, in mid-change, its so very worth it.Riverhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04170103458635707685noreply@blogger.com