Coming Back Home and Letting Go Of The Past
This last year I learned about myself. I tend to runaway from things when the tough gets going. I still dream of wonderful things and know that my creativity has made me an unique person. I try to be a good role model even though my imperfections shine bright. People have come into my life and I realized that l have sometimes taken them for granted. Sometimes I wish I could be everyone’s best friend. I want to be their best friend. Those walls need to be broken down and they need to let people in. I want to be there for them. I just don’t know how. It is funny because I have known them for over twenty years now. For one example, I want to be friends with a person at my church. It is so hard to be friends with her. No matter what I say or do- I feel like I am stepping on broken glass. I see the wall which is in front of her and it is thick and I can barely see her. I desperately want to be her friend. She has children of her own. She has a good husband who takes care of her. She only lets a few people in. I never wanted to be her friend. It’s since I have been back at this church for the last two to three years that I realize that maybe it is not about me. I need to think of others. So I am letting go of the past, piece by piece. I am trying to be a better person because one day I want to build a community of friends who go into the community to change the world. I still believe that it can be done with one friend at a time. I am trying to let people into my life as well. It goes both ways…
