Whenever an argument arises between me and someone I care about, I tend to evoke the same reaction: I walk away and ‘think about it’ until I feel ready to resolve the issue.
I know — it’s a childish move and I should confront the problem when it happens, but I figured that maybe, just maybe…
Last week, someone emailed me, upset and wondering why I hadn’t been writing as many posts as I did before in the past.
What happened, Tiffany?!
As someone who owes most of her success to her fans, I felt bad for letting him down and for not delivering. I don’t like disappointing people in general, but sometimes it’s necessary to take a break from work in order to get back on track with who you are and the reason why you write.
I’m angry and frustrated, more so than I am hurt.
Like a broken record, his words replayed over and over again in my mind.
“You’re going to wear it. I don’t care what you think — I don’t want to hear any more of this.”
I stepped in front of my favorite egg vendor, the granny with her toothless grin. As I picked out a dozen or so fresh eggs, I felt a small tug on my shirt — it was a little girl with a basket in hand.
I ask her what she wants and she gestures, pointing at my wallet. I shake my head at her and turn away, avoiding eye contact. On the outside, I looked the usual, but on the inside, I was torn.