“We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another, unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations. We never discard our childhood. We never escape it completely. We relive fragments of it through others. We live buried layers through others. We live through others’ projections of the unlived selves.”
The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 4: 1944-1947
listen to yourself and watch your language.
instead of saying “sorry for ranting”, say “thank you for listening to me”.
instead of saying “sorry that i am overemotional”, say “thank you for trying to understand something difficult”.
instead of saying “sorry if i am a burden”, say “thank you for the time and energy you invest in our friendship”.
good things will come when you realize you are not an apology.
