#90 The Hiding Place

I have been an analyzer all my life. I've insisted on a logical explanation for everything that crossed my path. As long as I can remember I have been in my head trying to figure stuff out. Even though I seldom come up with definitive answers to the who(s) what(s), where(s), when(s) and why(s) of everything, the constant questioning serves to distract me from my feelings. The constant thinking has become my security blanket. It has turned out to be a safe place to hide.