this has been the worst weekend of my life.
I could not decide how I was going to handle this post. to be truthful, I thought about not making it at all. I thought about
totally ignoring frank's new blog forever and all responsibility for it--never again posting a cool thing, a business insight, an interesting musing. but I have decided that I owe more than that to my loyal readers, who have stayed by my side through thick and thin. this is truly the thinnest. I have decided that
I owe them the truth.
you see, and this is difficult for me to share:
the truth is that I spent the past weekend in jail.
yes, 3 nights in a cold and dingy cell with restless sleep. nightmares. fractured dreams. total discomfort. simmering anger. regret.
absolute regret.
it festers on the mind when you let it. and I let it. it grew like a cage around me. I was in a physical cage (jail) and a mental/emotional cage (regret).
the worst part is this: they would not even give me access to a smart phone or a laptop (or a tablet or a desktop) so that I could make a post on my blog. since I was not planning on spending time in jail, I had not planned any scheduled posts (which would have made the weekend considerably better knowing I did not let everyone who was counting on me down). that is why I did not post the last three days. I could not despite my best efforts of persuasion.
I know I have disappointed my parents, grandparents, parents' friends, former teachers, neighbors, peers, victims, friends, loyal readers, and myself.
disappointment grew around the regret like a third cage. unlike regret, it comes not entirely from within but is reinforced by those who look on. by those who
feel betrayed. by those who
expected better, more. now that I'm no longer in jail, I'm just trapped inside two cages. neither is physical,
both are binding.
I know this: I will not waste another moment. I will move beyond these cages.
thank you for your understanding in this difficult time.
-frank