One of the unforeseen benefits of writing this blog is the need to take myself off every Monday (whoops) and have some 'me-time'. In the past I have found this extremely difficult to do and not really understood why. I still don't really know why but am beginning to see many possible reasons for it. Perhaps by taking this blog on, some of those possibles will become the answers. These days I really enjoy it and appreciate it, maybe the problem now is that I enjoy it too much. Swinging from one extreme to the other has always been one of my 'talents', fortunately I have been learning about the beauty of balance and am working hard on finding some.
Write about about being lost, in the broadest sense of the word.......
For many years I felt I'd been born into a world that was not mine. Where the language being spoken was not my native tongue. That the person looking at me from the mirror did not match the way I saw myself. People around me behaved as if they fitted, as if they knew what was going on whilst I was left pretending that I did. Only when I couldn't face it anymore, when I had no more ideas, did I finally come to a stop. And only then, when I had no choice, did I begin to really look at who and what I was.
I don't think it ever occurred to me that I could be lost, that a path did exist for me but that I just wasn't on it. Maybe it didn't occur to me because deep inside I knew I wasn't the only one that was lost. That the people around me also had no idea what was going on. That I thought they were ok with it because no-one suggested otherwise. Whilst for me, it was definitely all wrong. How wrong it was is difficult to say now, because hindsight changes everything. I can no longer look at my past without assessing it against what I know now. And now that I have found the path, it would be easy to forget the isolation and fear that came with being lost. Fortunately I have a lot of work to do that will help me stay on my path, work that will aid me in ensuring that each of my steps lands firmly on the pavement. Today, I am now comfortable on my journey, I have remembered to pack what I need for it and to trust that I will be safe. I can go forward knowing that with the help of my Higher Power I can face the challenges sent my way and that I don't ever have to be lost again. The world has become a wonderful place to be. Yes there are those days and times when I don't tread firmly on the path, when I find myself in the mud, trudging. But, as many of my friends know, trudging can be a good thing. I will get to take it slowly, see the sights and not be in so much of a hurry. Finding my way, one day at a time.
Thank you for reading, love to all of you, xxx