Some nights don't go as planned.  Sometimes I don't feel as brave as I am.  Tonight was one of those nights.  They say that time heals all wounds, and I want to believe that, but sometimes those wounds are reopened.  I spent the evening watching the clouds and sunset from my patio.  I was grateful to have that time alone to process and think.  My wounds run deep and may never completely heal.  I've accepted this, and all I can do to is learn from my experiences.