When I Was Me...
Life was full of awe and wonder.
I was free to dream.
I was bold and brave.
Strong and magical.
Creative and kind.
I believed in myself and all my magical powers.
I saw beauty in the world even on the cloudy days.
I spent hours in the shelter of the trees dreaming of worlds only I could see.
I doodled and wrote poems without a care if they were good enough.
I saw possibilities in all people.
I believed I could do anything.
I wasn’t afraid of trying. Or of failing.
And then one day I was.
And so I stopped doing the things that brought me to peace.
I worried what it would look like to others.
I put myself into a safe little bubble to protect against the hurt.
Soon that bubble grew stagnant. Stale. Grey.
I grew farther away from me.
When I sought to bring back the color, the spark, the imagination of life, I mistakenly looked outside of myself for the answers.
I began to emulate others. I attempted to fit in. I tried hard to measure up to my own impossible standards. I looked for others to assign me worth, to show me the way.
Believing they would know the path I needed to take to help me rise to my full potential.
Instead, they rose to theirs. I faltered.
I tried again, another way. Maybe this time I hung on way too long thinking it would all become clear, and ruining whatever it was really supposed to be; a stepping stone, a launch pad, a place to rest.
Until I slowly began to realize the power was within me. Inside of me. Mine to use or to ignore. It had been there all along.
I played with it for a while. Taking a small step here and a bigger one there. I had some success, got a little braver….and failed often. Not seeing that I was moving forward I began to judge myself. And when being judged, I freeze. The what ifs began to take over, until I was stuck again. In a prison of my own making. Too scared to bust out.
Yet there was a tiny quiet voice inside that waited patiently for me to listen.
She kept dreaming, kept believing in me, because she knew I would work my way back.
One dark day I lost my way completely. Too exhausted to continue the uphill battle within myself, I fell to the cold, hard floor. Tears began to fall, and I could no longer hold them in.
After the falling apart came the eye of the storm. Calm. Peace. The quiet space where I began to hear again.
And I heard her say: welcome home.