Time to look back now, Stranger.
Reading these unfamiliar words, I’m intrigued by this girl... such fire, such passion. I re-read these posts to know her again. Her words echo within me... I remember the feeling; I don’t remember the eloquence. How beautiful; each thought carefully chosen and laid out as an offering. Looking back now, it was so much easier to find the words when things were so small.
Many years spent just running. I’ve been outrunning my past, my dread, my hate, my truths, my lies, my chains, all of it for a decade. I didn’t know where I was going or where I would end up but I knew I couldn’t remain still. I knew who I was but not who I would become. After ten years, It’s time to look back.
Time is a funny thing. It’s not until you’ve spent a good deal can you appreciate the quality and cost. Time is all the cliches; it is short, it is a gift, it is money, it can heal, it can erase.
It’s time to look back; Finally peer over my shoulder, out of breath, a little exhausted.
To account for what is in the distance and to take in what is here now.
To get my bearings.
To put it all into perspective.
To exhale.
To appreciate.
Along the way, I’ve made severe decisions to cut the things that were harming me. Things that no longer added value. Things no longer positive. Things that were not my burdens to carry. Not a day goes by that I am not grateful for having the strength to understand that lightening my load was necessary to continue.
Time to look back now. Through hard work and choice, I alone have built this life.
I hope this little girl would’ve been proud.
Many years spent just running. I’ve been outrunning my past, my dread, my hate, my truths, my lies, my chains, all of it for a decade. I didn’t know where I was going or where I would end up but I knew I couldn’t remain still. I knew who I was but not who I would become. After ten years, It’s time to look back.
Time is a funny thing. It’s not until you’ve spent a good deal can you appreciate the quality and cost. Time is all the cliches; it is short, it is a gift, it is money, it can heal, it can erase.
It’s time to look back; Finally peer over my shoulder, out of breath, a little exhausted.
To account for what is in the distance and to take in what is here now.
To get my bearings.
To put it all into perspective.
To exhale.
To appreciate.
Along the way, I’ve made severe decisions to cut the things that were harming me. Things that no longer added value. Things no longer positive. Things that were not my burdens to carry. Not a day goes by that I am not grateful for having the strength to understand that lightening my load was necessary to continue.
Time to look back now. Through hard work and choice, I alone have built this life.
I hope this little girl would’ve been proud.