इ'म तोरन

Against all odds, someone in this modern world has



well,

has fucked with my blog.

Changed languages and posting date conventions.

Removed a post.

When I typed I'm Torn in the title line, I expected to begin my post. I allow the title to drive the entry, which seems like just the backwards way of doing it.

I'm allowing the youthful me to blossom, you see. . . .

In any event, I found that the language had been reset. I was troubled, but thought I might have accidentally changed a setting on this device. I was doubly troubled when I saw so many changes.

If this is one of those bastards from Hollywood having more fun at my expense, I can promise you that there are more truths to be revealed.

Promise you . . . .

The Wind Is Cooling

Thank you all very much for the unexpected messages.

I have declined to post them, instead holding them close to my heart.


Your appreciation remains an important source of strength, which I tap at unexpected times.

My thanks

In a month's time, I've come to learn that I somehow touched far more people than I'd ever imagined.



I long ago came to terms with the decision I made, and abandoned my anger at some who hurt me. I thought that those decisions and changes had given me as much happiness as I would have.

I was wrong.

You have -- you all have.

Misunderstood, But Not Forgotten

I only ay "misunderstood" because I've continued to learn more about myself -- and was too dead to share it with you.

Until now.




I'll explain myself as we progress.