The world is tough enough. The world is hard enough. Hug the people you love today. Hug the people you work with today. Just hug one another. Let’s take care of one another. It may be the thing that saves us.
I almost died Wednesday night. Wednesday was my fifth day of being sick. Diagnosed with bronchitis and strep throat, I was officially laid up with Kleenex in hand, amoxicillin by my side and a raspy sexy voice that I wanted to take advantage of.
Forgiveness must come. It is the only way to heal yourself from the pain of betrayal. Eventually, you must forgive. Not only the perpetrator, but yourself.
Our forefathers had to put it all on the line. Had to put their quest for freedom above all else. It took years. It was harder than they thought. How did they do it? They had to stay focused. Get past their differences. Go for a common goal. They had to decide that their commitment was worth facing their fear.
My father lived in fear and died in fear. I’m not going to do the same. I choose love. I know he’d be proud.
I know the destruction of keeping a secret that is stopping you from being true to yourself. A secret that takes away your right to be you. A secret that you punish yourself with and blame yourself for. See, when you keep that kind of secret, it says there is a part of you that is unacceptable to yourself, or to anyone else. Let me tell you right now: That is a lie.