Its been less than 24 hours since my last post, but Monkey Mind is going on and on...and on.

i have mentioned before, i'm sure, that I have been operating under the impression that I've always hidden from my fellow human beings.  That because there were ripples in my reflection, that no one knew anything true about me (self included). 

I'm wondering if honesty is something that is always there.  There are people that its so easy to be honest with, with out having miss a step or hesitate on your response.  But for those people that we edit ourselves for...are we less than honest?  If i have to give a watered down response, am i not being truthful?  Of course, i don't believe that hesitating on an answer that would hurt someone is in the least wrong (Respond with compassion).

i'm thinking that all the things i've tried to cover the most as i walked through life are the ones that are glaringly obvious. 

As i try to assert my Definitive Independence, the universe slaps me with the truth that i need other people.  I have always craved community, and though i now have that community, i fear that i rely on it too much. 

I spent lots of time on crutches (side effect of being an equestrienne with "challenged" horses), and i probably should have learned the lesson then.  Take the help when you need it, then pass the crutches along to help others walk when they need them.   

I can't seem to keep a train of thought, so i'm going to take a run through hometown.