Transformations
I am ready to grow up now. That doesn't mean lose my (for want of a better term) "inner child". I just mean I'm leaving behind the baggage that's worn heavy on my shoulders over the past decade.
Next month heralds a new decade for me. I resolve to face it with renewed inner strength. I am more determined than ever to see my destructive past laid to rest.
I needed to make amends, to forgive and to congratulate my weary soul. It has toiled and it has been tortured. Not only by others but by its own self. Well, today I grew up. I let go of my past. I will now face my fortunate future. I faced myself and do you know what? I'm not as ugly or as mean-spirited or as weak or as much of a failure as I told myself I was. I'm a paradoxical being. I am both run-of-the-mill and unique. I'm human and I'm humane. I'm just like everyone else.
I found my hope by symbolically and physically cutting the ties to my past. I didn't just remove fifteen inches of hair.
Woven within those fibres were a series of links to a darker place which ate away at my being. A place which will now heal.
It was fun to be her:
But strip away the layers and this is who I really am.
I'm not frightened to be her:
This is who I wish to be in my thirties. She's a strong person with a good heart. I will treat her with the respect and love she deserves. Only in this way will I be able to treat those around me with the same.
Next month heralds a new decade for me. I resolve to face it with renewed inner strength. I am more determined than ever to see my destructive past laid to rest.
I needed to make amends, to forgive and to congratulate my weary soul. It has toiled and it has been tortured. Not only by others but by its own self. Well, today I grew up. I let go of my past. I will now face my fortunate future. I faced myself and do you know what? I'm not as ugly or as mean-spirited or as weak or as much of a failure as I told myself I was. I'm a paradoxical being. I am both run-of-the-mill and unique. I'm human and I'm humane. I'm just like everyone else.
I found my hope by symbolically and physically cutting the ties to my past. I didn't just remove fifteen inches of hair.
Woven within those fibres were a series of links to a darker place which ate away at my being. A place which will now heal.
It was fun to be her:
But strip away the layers and this is who I really am.
I'm not frightened to be her:
This is who I wish to be in my thirties. She's a strong person with a good heart. I will treat her with the respect and love she deserves. Only in this way will I be able to treat those around me with the same.