Something I discovered in therapy is that whenever I was trying to “protect” someone’s feelings, I was ultimately trying to protect myself, my OWN tender, little girl who felt scared of the reactions of others.

It’s a bit like finding a little robin’s nest with eggs in tact. We want to save it and make sure the eggs don’t crack. Why? Not because the eggs will hatch and we will care for the little birds. We can’t “save them”. We want to preserve it to keep it as it is because it’s beautiful and delicate and we like it that way. It’s self-serving.

Eventually the eggs will rot.
Eventually the nest will decay.
That is the way of Life.
It is paradoxically ephemeral and infinite.

Feeding a desire to maintain the status quo so we aren’t hurt or disappointed is folly.

Having the courage to speak our truth, live our truth and live with the blood and chaos and mess of it all, that is the path of the warrior.

That is that path I choose.

It’s All Over Now, Baby Blue
by Bob Dylan

You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last.
But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast.
Yonder stands your orphan with his gun,
Crying like a fire in the sun.
Look out the saints are comin’ through
And it’s all over now, Baby Blue.

The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense.
Take what you have gathered from coincidence.
The empty-handed painter from your streets
Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets.
This sky, too, is folding under you
And it’s all over now, Baby Blue.

All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home.
All your reindeer armies, are all going home.
The lover who just walked out your door
Has taken all his blankets from the floor.
The carpet, too, is moving under you
And it’s all over now, Baby Blue.

Leave your stepping stones behind, something calls for you.
Forget the dead you’ve left, they will not follow you.
The vagabond who’s rapping at your door
Is standing in the clothes that you once wore.
Strike another match, go start anew
And it’s all over now, Baby Blue.