Went on a lovely little weekend trip with my wife last weekend and we had some serious talks. I realised I’ve been dishonest with myself about a bunch of things. The common denominator is the fact that I’ve never really learned to talk to people about things I struggle with. Even though I’ve been doing fine in life in general, I’m really starting to see the boundaries of what friendships and family connections can be when you’re always trying to keep the peace and never bring anything up that could sour the mood (in my mind, anyway).

Something to work on, but it’s scary. Maybe I’m more afraid of being rejected than I’ve been telling myself I am.