Feeling Safe, Actually Is Important
I, indeed may be biased. Confusion, and blurred lines detract from output. I am imperfect. I rely on God’s Grace to see me through so much. I don’t “read the room” correctly often, apparently. Protecting my peace sounds like a priority when usually it becomes a last resort. I want to love people. I want to invest in others. I want to see others smile more often. i usually put my joy at the end of the list. It’s not about me. I try my best to be the best man, provider, and source of assurance I can be. God stays at the top of my list every single day.
Clear communication is important. Scenarios where I feel safe being honest are few and far between.
