Gosh, I had the most bizarre dream last night. And there were people in it -- from a particular period of my life, that I still carry SUCH baggage from: high school. (Ugh.) Here's what mine looks like, maybe you can relate. I wish that things were different. That I felt different. That people saw me… for who I actually was. (Not what they wanted to see.) That I had the courage to show them who I actually was. And even now, 20-some-odd years later, still feeling this at times,
Remember the old, plain, grey rock we picked up and saved as a child because it was so special to us? Though it looked just like the 100's of others surrounding it, we picked IT.
Anyone who saw it could easily tell us it was worth nothing. Because technically, it was worth nothing. But WE gave it immense value. We didn't see a worthless, insignificant, old rock. We saw a treasure.
We deemed it worthy enough to be picked up, carried away, and saved somewhere special for