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.