Did you see the shoe?

Do you remember that magazine you read as a kid, most likely in the Dentist’s waiting room, Highlights Magazine? There was always a puzzle in that magazine that fascinated me– the one where you would look at a seemingly normal picture and then have to pick out the things that were odd or out of place. The shoe in hidden in the branches of the tree, the pot in the flowerbed, the cat shaking hands with a mouse (you know what I mean, right?). I sort of feel like that’s what’s going on over here right now. On the surface things look just fine, but look a little more closely and you’ll find shoes in my tree.

For once, I have opened up to a few people about my concern over the shoes in my tree which is something historically I would have tried to cover up. Shoe? What shoe? I don’t see any damn shoe! But I have found that turning to friends has been more helpful than I could ever have imagined. It has also made me see that the friendships I have made here in Boston perhaps run deeper than I had realized. The offers of unconditional support, the declarations of love, and the simple gesture of just being there for me when asked have made more a difference than you could possibly know (you know who you are).

I always thought I was good at the cover up. I put on a good face and strongly believe in the idea to fake it until you make it. I know now that for those of you closest to me see right through it, and it is pointless for me to pretend otherwise. That’s quite a lesson for me. For those of you reading who haven’t been so aware of what is going on…well, here it is. Now you know. Ask me about it and I will tell you more.

I know I am not being very specific here, and that is by direct intent. I rarely blog about issues that are this personal, and it feels a little funny to expose myself even this tiny bit. But I think it is the right thing to do right now.

OK… enough. Back to tits, beer, poker and travel summaries…

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