A close friend of mine recently told me that I have the biggest emotional wall she's ever seen. She lovingly described my wall as a brick tower. With barbed wire. And a moat. With crocodiles... lots of crocodiles. (Or were they alligators? I always get those two confused.)
At that moment, I had to laugh at the ridiculous picture that she'd painted in my head. Truth be told, I also felt a little proud - like she had just awarded me 1st place in some sort of contest amongst her friends.
But now, a few days later... that picture is still in my head. Except, I'm not laughing. I'm alone in the dark. I'd like to give my blue ribbon back, please?
I know why I built the brick tower. I needed a safe place to hide while I licked my wounds and regained my strength. The barbed wire and moat were added as extra security when my tower came under attack. I think I ordered the crocodiles online in a late night shopping spree? Not sure.
The good news is that I've been safely locked in my tower long enough now that all of my wounds have finally healed. I have scars, but I'm confident that these will fade over time. I'm also pretty strong from climbing my walls. What else do you do to pass the time while locked in a tower?
But now I'm ready to climb the walls outside of my tower. Anyone want to buy a tower? I'm selling below market value. I'll even throw-in a free pair of climbing shoes.
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