August 20, 2021
The disappearance of your personal path. The childhood wish. The young adult ambition. The college education and the years spent shaking hands and kissing babies at backyard BBQ’s. All in the name of this was your calling. Now gone. Every step no longer carries the weight of I am. It’s all been replaced by a new position based on a modern mode of survival. This isn’t me writing about me. This is me listening to you. As we leap back into this mask mandate with the fear of Covid hitting us stronger this time, I’m still on the front line and you’ve got a lot on your mind. What’s your story? All that you invested in is no longer carried by way of holding onto value. Sporting a pair of shoes labeled I used to be. The act or need of a gonna be still sits on the sidelines because nobody knows when the new normal will physically unwind. We’ve been set inside a circle with new people, a new set of rules and a new layer of drama while still facing yesterday’s storms. This is who we are but do we know where we are? The disappearance of your personal path. I write because it gives me sight. When was the last time you had a real conversation with yourself? I’ve yet to see a rule book that forbids you from standing in front of a bathroom mirror sharing a conversation with the image that will soon appear in public. Where are you? Showing up starts with self.