My cat, Toby, is crazy. He pulled my mom’s favorite throw off her chair, dragged it onto the ground and proceeded to wrap himself up like a burrito.
Suddenly
It was clear to me. I’d been allowing my fears to overcome me and inprison me. I did not like how I felt but I was comfortable with it. I was settled. It was as if I had buried myself below the earth and I was just waiting to close my eyes and die. I could go no lower. I had allowed the opinions and actions of others to push me down; I would not fight back because I believed every poisonous word they ever said to me. I let each word seep in and make itself a part of me. I was becoming who they said I was. I was their puppet. I was no longer myself. I had given up.
But I’m done now; I’ve learned my lesson, I’m moving on. I will stop listening to the voices that hold me hostage and plant fear in my heart. I will stop ridiculously punishing myself for things I cannot control and I will take back control of the things in my life that should never have gotten out of hand. I will travel far outside my comfort zone and I will hurt but I will feel free. I will live and enjoy my existence. I will trust and love and hope and give freely. There will only be one rule: I will NOT look back and focus on what I SHOULD have done. The past is the past.
Onward.
