How? Tell me how. I am harsh even in my attempts at gentleness.
I catch myself, at least that. While confronting that harsh voice in an intended gentle way, I am still being harsh.
“Why can’t you be gentle?” that old, old voice asks, yet I notice now and reword the attack.
“Wow. Notice your harshness. Do you deserve such roughness? Stop. Try again,” my mind talks to itself.
And I’m at a loss. This is new territory needing new dialogue I am unused to. Yet uncharted territory is so exciting and potentially life-changing.