Trust is a Choice.

Most reasonable adults understand that trust is the basis for any good relationship.

I’ve learned over the past several years that making the choice to trust others can make the difference between surviving and thriving.

(I’m not talking about something as extreme as leaving our actual doors unlocked to strangers; I am talking about the way we invest in relationships, which on a very basic level applies to strangers too.)

I’ve learned this mostly from people that choose not to trust others.

Trust is a funny thing: a lack thereof is about fear; a lack thereof leads to assumptions and judgements that at best are a waste of time and at worst can be downright cruel.

People who live in fear and mistrust try to grasp for power and control at every corner they can.

Spending time (in business or otherwise) with people who constantly choose not to trust others will eventually wear away at our psyches and therefore our personal and professional growth.

It’s only when we actually take the risk of choosing to trust that we learn and grow, even if this means getting hurt along the way.

No matter how much we choose to trust the external world, there’s never a guarantee.

We can set healthy and respectful boundaries, but we can’t prevent hurt altogether; it’s how we choose to handle hardship that counts.

Trust is a choice — and by not choosing to trust, we just end up caging ourselves and making things more difficult for those that we care about.

Your best writing.

Your best writing is —

Peanut butter smoothed into

buttery hot sourdough

in a frost-paned kitchen with

$20 lest to your name and

Nowhere to go but still

A warm dry house.

It’s

That point post-orgasm  when

you feel the teeth of your lover

dig into the flesh of your shoulder

and eyes meet in a flash of recognition of

the sheer perfection of the moment.

It’s

Standing on the stairs finding

shelter from the rain as you

seek the optimal vantage pint for a snap of that sun-rain contrasted boat

on the river.

It’s

The satisfaction of sinking into

your own window seat on a Greyhound bus

then the flood of relief as it pulls you away

from the exact reason(s) you should stay.

Your best writing is —

All in the feel.

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