Yesterday I sat in stupor.
I wanted to write a post and connect to the world but the words that
went through my head were “what do I have to offer?” with the answer being a
big fat nothing. So I didn’t write.
I am not a spiritual giant of amazing things to say with
insights that will change people’s lives.
In fact, of the many roles I have to play in my busy life, I have failed
the most important one – me. Change was
imminent because I was so lost that the only place left was change. I thought if I could find a place to write –
to vent, to plan, to plot, to record, that I could see the changes that needed
to be made and keep me from self-destruction. This was for me. But, along the way, I found friends who share
in my goal for change – and you have something important to say. Plus, you give me
encouragement and hope and I can see a bright future. I have felt
accepted and loved and welcomed. I feel …. well, home.
Someday, maybe I can
make someone else feel like you have made me feel. Maybe a word I say will mean something to
someone who is struggling just like I am.
Maybe the road I am on will help someone else start a journey of their
own. But, until that time, all I have to offer, is
the me that I am right now and I hope that is enough.
One day. One
minute. One step at a time.
Loves.