My best friend yelled at me last week, a little. She spoke the truth about some of my actions; about my breakneck life pace and some of my recent decisions. I am not mad at her — I expect that from her, and I love her for it. She was angry with me and for me because she is one of the holders of my stories and secrets — a true and trusted friend.
I sit here thinking about those actions and decisions, and I’m angry (at myself).