. Trying To Piece It Together 1 Poem by Angie M..

In the beginning, I had already been in a fantastic space of faith and trust
Though nervous by the process
And created a simple language to enhance it. Sweet numbers 318,218,447

Then u2 used 613,617,618,619,612,614,615
during this time, it felt like punishment as he stopped coming to my events
Stopped showing up
Removal of a positive reinforcement
They say emotionally smart people always want to grow
So instead of knowing they were deception numbers
I was always reflecting
Always defensive
Always trying to be better

It took awhile to understand they were intended for confidence boosters. It was hard to reflect on how I beat myself up and u2 over them.
I tried to focus on the gratitude instead and we played with it, moving forward in our trust with them...but they were always difficult because opportunities past, time past and I couldn't understand. My brain was always looking for a reason, always trying to fill in the ignorance, hard thoughts and words but always conclusions on good. U2 needed time, u2 behind the scenes planning... always re-focused on gratitude.

Christmas came with a shock and I didn't cope with it well. I believe my response left hurt behind. I did apologize for that.