I just spent the last week fretting about a mistake I thought made. I played the scene over & over in my head multiple times & felt the sting of embarrassment. I certainly didn’t want to talk about it because I felt shame at just the mere thought of it, so stuck in the dark basement is where it stayed. After meditating on it, I got the idea to reach out to the other person. Lowe & behold, the story I concocted was totally in my own head. I filled in a missing piece to a story & made an assumption. Aaaaand gave myself grief for that. Man we are such funny creatures! Moral of the story, if you don’t know what’s really going on, instead of making up scenarios in your head, reach out & communicate like a big girl (or boy). Lol