I've heard what he says, you've told me. But what I'm more interested in is: What do you say?
What do you like to do? Where do you like to go? What are your dreams? Your goals? What are you passionate about?
Who are YOU?
You can answer so many questions about him; you know everything about what he likes to do, what he enjoys, what makes him happy, what makes him tick. But I've heard enough about him.
I want to hear about you!
So tell me what makes you happy, what makes you tick, what gives you that joy of living. Tell me all about the things you can do, the talents and gifts you possess, the accomplishments you've had. Tell me all about the things you never knew were possible that you've made happen. The handicaps you've overcome. Tell me all about the things they said you'd never do that you showed them you could more than do. I want to hear all about it. Show me you and all that you are.
The real you.
Show me that strong woman underneath all that fear who can do anything she puts her mind to. Show me how you do it. Show me the strength that permeates through you when there's a cause you believe in. A cause you're standing up for. I want to see you at your best, focusing on you, reveling in all that you are and all that you have to offer.
I don't care about him.
I want to see you!
This posts sounds as if another version of me were asking me this. I think this is in the end what I should aim for: discovering who I am because I do not know. Sometimes I feel like even without wanting to, my mind goes to my past. I don't let it revisit everything but I wonder if it is trying to tell me that I am not exactly done with my past. It is hard to ignore it sometimes and when I think about my past, I can't help but cry. My best friend says she doesn't think it's healthy for me to revisit and analyze all these experiences, but somehow the saying "the only way out is through" resonates too strongly with me.