"There's something about being
broken at various times in your
life that makes you a more
complete person." ~j. iron word
I find this statement such a great
consolation! Me thinks we are
somewhat trained to believe we
are less in our broken times. And,
we've all been there.
Looking back over my life, I can
clearly see those specific times
when I was indeed broken and
barely coping. My heart so goes
out to that young girl, that middle
aged woman, that older gal . . .
all of my other me's.
I remember thinking I was really
messed up, incapable of wholeness,
. . . broken and thus a failure. I'd
work so hard to come 'round, grow,
return to normal. And when I felt
better, oh how I would look down
on the me that had surrendered to
her own dark side.
I'm a Libra! I have a dual name!!
One of me should have been
understanding and supportive of
the other me whilst I was down.
I sorrow to have learned this so
late in my own life. But perhaps,
I'll be less judgmental next time
around.
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