Friday, September 21, 2007


Had a really bad ending to a conversation with a friend of mine today. Most unexpected. One of those twisted Stephen King endings complete with green peals of lightning and exploding corpses and all manner of villainy that I never saw coming. One minute we're discussing the endless woes of parenting, and then next it looks like I'm going to get violated by a wine bottle.

For me, exit stage left. I've exceeded my drama threshold.

However it did reinforce a tenant of mine: I chose to define myself by the way I overcome my problems than to define myself by my problems.
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