I cross the line...

(I have been somewhat remiss in posting, this is an old entry that I wrote back in January which I never posted.)




What is it about lines? As kids, we dared our enemies to "cross the line" and if they did well, they would be in for a world of hurt. At crime scenes, the tape says "do not cross the line, crime scene". At the airport you have to tunnel through an amusement park of lines to get to the next line, to get out of that line and go into another line. And just try and cross a picket line and see where that gets ya.

We always want to cross the line, why, is it because it's dangerous, mysterious, intriguing, just plain out of the norm?

But every now and then there are lines that once we cross we can never go back
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Yes, I admit it, I have crossed those lines, the ones that are "moral". I have never claimed to be perfect, okay, well, there was that one time and oh, yeah, that other time but hey, whose counting?

In my past, let me emphasize past, I had crossed those lines that morally were wrong. I knew it then but chose to sweep it under the rug, so to speak. I did this not considering what effect crossing that line would cause to not just me but others who would be affected by my actions.

I confess this now because I have resolved within myself these "conflicts", which I felt were "morally" wrong then and ever so much now. Nothing good comes out of anything bad and believe me nothing good came out of any of them. It appears as if I did so many things "morally" wrong, which is not the case. The question I asked myself then and now, "why did I cross the line?"

Rather that digging into the crevice where those answers lie, let's just call "a spade a spade", or as I like to say, "a spade a heart", (one of my many quirky phrases that only the bf understands) .

So as we go about life making decisions, personal and or professional in nature... just remember to pick and choose very carefully which lines you are willing to cross