In search of the secret sauce recipe
~ feels right to write out my feelings
It does - and it’s hard to tell the who, the what, the how and the why I feel the way I feel, and it doesn’t matter whether you understand, or care.
That’s true of everyone - you have no accountability to me - the writer - no obligation whatever to hear me, or understand me.
I think that’s true for everyone whether you are my closest friend, a family member, colleague, client, neighbour or any partner, lover, wife, or parent I’ve ever known.
But, but, but but but …we expect more, don’t we all.
I don’t expect it from everyone, or just anyone, but being listened to understood and heard is a need. I feel it. I think most people do.
And surely, all writers must. I can’t imagine anyone serious about writing not wanting - not needing, this fundamental level of caring from someone.
I think it’s why relationships fail - the ones that have failed for me, certainly.
I’m still looking for the secret-sauce, to avoid those failures …
I think I need a new recipe.
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