trying to, anyway.
but i'm finding the parallels between the situation he's in and the one i left in los angeles.
now i've lost my focus.
time for the fundamentals, the list of steps to guide me through the process when i've lost my way.
and it's such an incredible process, i think, writing a book, and maybe because it's just so fucking dangerous. makegood works best as a story when i let it all just hang out there. no reservations. no regrets. that's easier said than done. which is how i'm viewing the tiger woods situation. look, i had no respect for the man before everything went down, so my opinion could and should be biased. i should have even less respect now, think he's just some horrible person now, a horrible role model, blah blah blah, all the same shit you heard for months after his wife chased him out of his house with a golf club. but i don't feel that way at all. somehow, starting with little to no respect for the man, i'm coming out of this with, at the very least, empathy. i've been there. granted, my indiscretions were sparked by, fueled by and revealed by addiction, drugs, and all that goes with it. but i've stood where he's standing. i've had all the layers peeled back and stood there naked for the world to see without any explanation or abilitiy to respond. and i came out better than i went in. does he mean the apology he speaks now? who knows. but no one is better than anyone else in this world. and few have ever even worn those shoes. i have. and all i can say is give the guy a break. give it time. actions speak louder than words and his behavior will or won't get better from this point forward. but show some respect for him, his family and for yourself.