A couple of days ago, I experienced one of the largest disappointments of my adult life. I learned quite a bit from it, including about what I really want and where I actually am in my pursuit of recovery from an unusually difficult childhood. Now that I’m through the worst of it, I wanted to write a bit about what I’ve learned.
I’m writing this mostly for myself, to have something I can refer to the next time I suffer a serious disappointment.
I’m posting it here because some of my most-read essays have been things I wrote mostly for me, which is, to be quite frank, one of the more bizarre features of my outlier-bizarre life, but, well….