The old way was pretty black and white. And as usual, while I'm superb at seeing shades of gray in my work and intellectual pursuits, historically I have worked with a 1-bit emotional palette. So when the chips hit the fan (he said, mixing his metaphors), it is understandable that black/white rises to the surface as the logical course of action. While I might be feeling it all (a change from the old ways), the bumps in the road seem to reduces the available shades.
But it turns out that maybe there is a bit of gray in me. With some prodding of course, but I did reach out. And that's a good thing. Still hard. Still painful. Still crawling. But that'll work for now...
