There are twelve more days until my 41st birthday. For the last 14 days of my year of forty I am counting down my blessings and counting up my wishes. I’ve already posted number 14 and number 13. Here is Number 12.
My whole life one of my greatest personal difficulties has been letting go. (As in I couldn’t, or didn’t, or wouldn’t, or …well, you get the idea.) Things that would happen to me, from slights to full on assaults would haunt me day in and day out. (More the latter.) I didn’t let those ghostly indiscretions keep me from moving forward in my life, at least not obviously. I am a trained actress you know. But they did slow me down. I especially see that now, as I look back down my path from childhood to here. I now realize that the remnants of events past were blinding me to better choices for me in my future, and I didn’t even realize it. [Read more...]
