Sometimes, things really do turn around. On their asses. 180 degrees. In only a moment.
I had one of those on Wednesday night, of the painful and horrifying variety. When I woke up Thursday morning, I realized the significance of it. In order to let it really sink in, and make sure I didn't miss the importance, I took the day off from work on Thursday and spent it as a day of wisdom and reflection. I let it wash over me, really felt it, and made sure I recognized its meaning. I came out the other side of Thursday's self-imposed retreat a better woman, a stronger person, and clear about where I'm standing in the world.
If I ever question the space I'm in now, I only need to remember where I was and what I was feeling and saying at noon in Salem. But I'm pretty sure I'm not going to question it. Some things just aren't in doubt.
2 comments:
Hope we can talk about this on our day together. The turth nearly always comes from within.
or the "truth." which perhaps would have made my statement more meaningful. ;o)
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