To Flee or Not to Flee?

I seem to tend to start plotting blog posts in my head when I'm dissatisfied. I know why this is. It's because I've been slowly learning to "be quick to listen, slow to speak and slow to become angry", and therefore hold my tongue when things start erupting. At the same time, I have grown to hate confrontations.

But sometimes some of these things can still bother me, inside there, with no outlet. It's what made me, I think, latch onto blogging with such ferocity in the beginning; all those things I've wanted to say now had an out!

But that's cowardly, isn't it? Saying things on here that you don't want to say to someone's face? No, not even merely cowardly, but just plain wrong. If you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all, after all.

But tonight a different view inserted itself into my mind. What if...what if it's just a different, and less confrontational, form of confronting? More loving, even?...especially if they see it and are more open to it then if it was screamed into their face?

I don't know. Count another one up on the "shelved for now" shelf.