I am a Flighter!

I'm coming to terms with the reason I dropped out of school so many times and continue up until last week to hop between my grown city and my home town. I flee situations because I cycle through emotions and phases of energy and sometimes I need to decompress and other times I need my mother's TLC or the presence of pets, Tobin the dog and Pickle the cat.

I am a Flighter!

Back in Berea I was accumulating concerns about my living situation and my budget, about my lifestyle and my self perceived laziness.
Things weren't exactly as I envisioned they might be or how I'd planned. And work was piling up all over the place while my low energy turned congestion and a cold. So I flew.

I am a Flighter.

And believe this is not a flaw. It is a personality trait. Not good. Not bad. Or only as good or bad as I make it. I constantly am remodeling myself, my person. Reconstructing my way, the Way of Maggie. So while I do not blame myself, I am considering that I need to give people warnings, because my dear friends and allies all have special needs like me.