learning a lesson

I've got a lot to learn about grace...
My instinctual reaction to conflict is to curl up into a (figurative) ball, be angry, not communicate, and hope that time will heal. But it never really heals smoothly. There's always a nasty scar left behind...like a speedbump you can't easily swerve around. That way of "dealing" is, quite frankly, a bullshit way of handling things. I've done that quite a bit lately, and a lot more than just quite-a-bit in the past. I'm fortunate to have good folks to call me on my poo. Beyond that, I'm blessed to have folks I can communicate with and be forgiven by.
I guess you could say that I'm a work in progress.