The art of self-preservation
There are times when I do things, say something or jot off a quick email without thinking.
Usually it revolves around someone else. Someone I care about. Someone I shouldn't, but do. Usually what's written or said is put out there because I've gotten to the point, and I'm not proud of this, where it's easier for me to push away first.
There's less chance of me being hurt, if I act first, you see. Less chance of that wall coming down. Less chance, of me losing another piece of my overly protected heart.
So over the years, I've earned my masters in the art of self-preservation.
My MA in SP. It's not a degree I'm proud of. It's not something I would hang on my wall in a fancy frame right next to my BA in H istory.
My MA in SP is something I could give back if I could. Unfortunately, this late in the game, old habits die hard.
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