I just had a rest that trumps all rests. I can not remember being so drained before in my entire life…no…this can not be the way…no.
All my life, even as a little girl, I have been in positions where I’ve had to fight or fly, always in the middle of some mess that ain’t even mines. I remember my mom and dad arguing and I was right there in the middle, I had to be no more than 4 or 5 and I remember both of them yelling at each other and trying to get me to be the arbitrator.
“Pucci tell him I was here!”
“Pucci tell her that I was there!”
And me just standing there trying to appease them both. And as I think on my earlier life, I really have chosen the fight instead of the flight…every time, even as a baby.