Here it is Monday morning-still piles of paper surrounding me. The clouds are dark with an eerie yellow-pink light coming down, the thunder rolls overhead and the air is moist with the rain outside. Yet there is a light that begins to come into view and with it a feeling that life might return. With fearful determination as if to face a running bull, I faced my dragon and wrote the letter stating I had worth, I had been done wrong, I deserved respect and more, an apology. I pushed the send button. I was strong, I was okay. Minutes later, the fear returned. Within the hour, I was feeling anxious. The good thing was that it still felt worth it. I did it. I stood up for myself, howbeit in an email, but it was good practice.
Sunday afternoon I had the opportunity to do it again. I was strong, I acted.Again, the same sequence. Stong, fear, anxious, but the good thing was that I stood up to the abuse. I felt stronger. I still cringe when the phone rings because I might have to be accountable for ridding the streets of perversion. Still, I did it.
Monday morning, just an hour ago, I got to practice just one more time. This time it was to stand up for women and children against abuse. This time it was the strength, then the fear, but the anxiousness did not show up. I did it. I was surprised the lack of anxiousness; but that is good.
The conclusion is that when you get cornered and you can't move you feel like you are sufficating; that you will die from having no right to breathe, take action. Challenge yourself to take the right not only to breathe but to speak. It comes with fear of the unknown effects but on the positive side, it challenges my past assumption: that I do know the future results. The reward is that there is a tiny little seed of self-worth that gets planted in your soul. If we water it enough, the doubts will pass like the current storm in the sky. We will achieve our dreams of being able to be; to be able to hear our own voices and to speak our own thoughts. We then will be on our way to live our own lives.
I will be the captain in my life. I will steer toward success. And challenge you to do the same.
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Hi Marlene
I love the way you write I had no idea that you were such a great writer. That was not "cool" that was "great". And you have always been a great person in my book with a ready smile and a helping hand.
Love you
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