Monday, January 7, 2019

Still All Good

It's cold outside the coffee shop, even though the sun is out.  I just ran into an old friend.  He didn't really stop to talk.  Maybe he was just busy.  Or maybe he doesn't like me any more.  Either way, it's none of my business.

My only role is to tell the truth and let the chips fall where they may.  Those who are ready to love me, will - those who aren't, won't - and I will have done my job, in any case.

The truth is both a shield and a sword.  It has a way of pushing the wrong people out of your life, and pulling the right ones in.