Musings

So I don't think I've ever written two blogs in one day before... go me! Anyway, so I made this vow to myself to always tell Jim what was wrong if anything the first time he asked. I finally realized why this task is so difficult. I feel as though each time I have this inner conflict with myself not about whether or not I can tell him what I'm thinking (I tell him absolutely everything) but about how to say it and if I'm just being... a big baby about something. I said something to him tonight that I was not especially proud of but it wasn't at all meant to be taken negatively in any way. We were playing catch again and he began throwing for speed. He reminded me of me when I was younger, although, I know he understands the value of consistancy and control where I didn't. I relied on speed more than good control and aim that I eventually blew out my arm and now it really hurts when I play. Jim hasn't picked up a ball in so long that I wanted him to throw consistantly and just get it to me. He's already picking up great speed (I am so amazed... if he keeps this up he'll be throwing like a pro!) and I just didn't want him to hurt his arm and begin relying on power and speed like I did. It has brought me such joy to play with him though... I feel so good and right at home with him... I only hope I can give him the same feelings.