I have been a poster at a favorite website for several years. I would read a thread, post my thoughts/opinions, and then read some more. Period. It's a site that fascinates me because of the many mysteries involved. Like a huge real life puzzle that so many work on solving. So stimulating on *so* many levels! ***Love it***!!!
Anyway, I am finding that, for whatever reason, that I am respected as a poster. I don't know nor understand why. Truly. I am finding how much these people touch me and it makes me smile so broadly. It's almost embarrassing. Yet, I will be more honest than that. It makes me weep. I cannot believe that anyone would read what I write and believe is such good stuff. I know, that may not sound right and may even come across major goofy. But, it's truth. It's like I am another person typing away and there are others that actually believe in the words. I am stunned on every level. What do they "see" that I cannot for myself when it all comes from me??? After all this time it is beginning to dawn on me that I really may be that person who posts away and she doesn't suck so much. THAT causes me to weep more. So many have seen the woman I am that I never, ever knew. I had no idea existed. I didn't think she ever could. How amazing is that?
It's funny how over that last year I have learned so much. A crash education concerning life, people, family, and me. We spend a lifetime trying to do the best we can, be the best we can, and live the best we can. But, in trying to do the "best" we lose. We lose the true essence of the person our heart is because we are so busy trying to do the "best". Lessons are far from done, but I must state here the most heart humbling class that I have learned from.....
Never doubt the person you are. Always believe in the very truth of your person. Stay humble. Hold dear the people who "see" who you are as the whole package. They are friends. They are family even if they are not from blood. They nurture your essence of being. To them is I say, from my very heart and soul, thank you for allowing me to be me. And, holding me as someone who can touch your life as well. You keep me ~breathing~ and blooming as the potential rose that I will be. Thank you for such gifts.
Friday, March 13, 2009
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