The most important thing I've learned is that I'm often a whirlwind when I should be a gentle breeze. A gentle breeze soothes the sole where as a swift wind stirs things up, often leaving them in a shamble and unsettled mess.
I've learned that I often want my own way. And that my way isn't always the best way, it's just my way. I thought I left that trait behind in my childhood but I think I only disguised it dragging it along into my adulthood. I've known all along that I'm a control freak but I often cower down with intimidation and let others have their way, leaving me feeling insecure and often unworthy.
I've learned that I say too much...too much...too quickly...way too often, then I walk away wondering why I said all that, afraid that I just left the person standing in the wake of a storm; left them in the aftermath of the whirlwind that hit unexpectedly.
So here it is, nearly fall and I stand and look around at the rubble I've created and try to figure out where to start the clean-up. I think that I have dumped the first load just by realizing and admitting the source of all the debris...I tell myself that I can become that gentle breeze. I'm unsure when the next squall will occur, but until then I will try and keep the storm at bay.