I am so sorry that you didn't cross paths with anyone who felt a safe person to share with.... in a sense writing is like casting golden glitter into the ether and some places and people it lands and others it does not, but so what... Look how a bit of my glitter came to you !

I bet you are thinking, 'what sort of metaphor is this?

A funny one, ha ha.

I've decided I am not going to let others' cowardice, fear, and weakness, shift me from my natural exuberance and joy. My conscience is light as a feather and I will not allow other's failures to dampen my spirit any more.

Amen!