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Subject: Standing Up

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Keith

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Date Posted: 19:53:59 11/05/04 Fri

It was an emotional dinner at the end of a long day Things were said that needed to be said. There were a few tears, none were mine, but my allowance of emotional energy had been spent. I had ignored the previous calls, but this one was from the center, so I excused myself and answered.

"I couldn't be there until about 10:30" I heard myself object weakly, knowing that would not deter the invitation. So I drove back up to the city. I knew I was in for even more sensation and emotion, but I couldn't NOT go. Am I addicted to the ride?

The room was already tense when I entered. It was a pause in the action, but the air was still thick and murky feeling. It didn't take long for the intensity to rise again. The questions were simple "What do you really want?" and "What have you always loved?" But the answers were held to intimidatingly high standards: Truth. Everything else was challenged, rejected. The bar kept rising.

3+ hours later, many truths had come out (along with a healthy dose of my bullshit). The last truth came suddenly, I was done. It surprised me as much as everyone else when I impulsively stood and walked out. That's not in my character. That hasn't happened before. I didn't even stop calculate the impact. I didn't have to. It was me accepting where I am in the group. It was me trying out a new voice, one that has been quiet for too long.

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