Sometimes, when I’m least suspecting it, I get a glimpse of who I want to be, where I want to be and what I want to do. For a second or a minute, sometimes even a few minutes, the obstacles around me…or the obstacles I put in front of me….just aren’t there. And I’m brave and strong and not afraid anymore.
I love those glimpses.
Sometimes, when I’m least suspecting it, I get a glimpse of who I might be, where I might end up, and what might happen to me. For a second or a minute, sometimes for a whole sleepless night, I see nothing but hurt and pain and loneliness. And I cling with all my might to all the blessings and goodness I have and pray and hope and wish that this darkness is all in my head.
I hate those glimpses.
I want to build on the former and move on from the latter. It used to be that I rarely got the former, but in the last few years they have happened more and more, and the latter are fading out more. I feel like I’m ready for that. Who knew I’d grow up more in my twenties than my teens? Also, how angsty is this post – can you tell I’ve just watched a ‘One Tree Hill’ marathon?