I’ve become aware of a subtle but persistent defensiveness inside me.
It’s not like the protesting defensiveness when I’m attacked for my opinion or my personal hygiene. It’s not that loud or obvious.
It’s less relational, more personal. Like a constant whisper inside that perhaps only I can hear.
Now that I’m aware of it — not that I always am, because it comes and goes silently, like a nocturnal predator — I can just barely describe it. Read More