accountability can feel like an attack when it’s not

Sometimes other people ‘s lives and stories matter more than mine, and I emesh into problems that don’t concern me.  I’m learning to distinguish between my love of stories and my respect for other people’s privacy.  The important difference is to be clear about who I am from who other people are.

I shared a story of struggle that belonged to someone,  and a lady confronted me.  She made me understand that the story I told was not mine to tell. Continue reading “accepting criticism” »