Somehow it has become socially acceptable for men to have a cave. You know the brooding, sexy men who check out, bottle up their feelings or solve their “issues” with other bros. These guys are with you one minute and disappear the next, pulling away to a place where you are not invited. Women are supposed to be the ones to talk it out, be sensitive and pull the guy out of his cave to solve his problems.
Well guys, let me tell you that we women have our own caves – they just look a little different. Our caves are decorated quiet nicely! We’ve got comfortable furniture and mood lighting. We’ve got pictures of all the things people have “done” to us, taped up on the walls to keep those old wounds open for a long time. We’ve got nice circa 1970 tape players to play all our old “mind tapes” over and over again – just so we don’t forget. And we’ve got magazines filled with all the things we think we should have done better in our lives. One similarity to the guy’s cave … once we go in, it is hard to get us out (I have some tricks for that which I will share at a later date)! I try not to visit my cave as often as I used to. Yet, it’s comfortable and familiar – with a private address (I think!).
As I get old(er) I am learning, however, that after a bit of a visit to my cave, I need to turn off the tapes, walk out the door and lock it behind me. I did have a short visit there this week. Nothing much had changed … but I suppose that’s the problem with caves.
Have a wonderful (and open) start to your weekend!
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