Run, Fly, Soar!

On a Sunday morning a couple months ago, I woke up with this sense of clarity. I turned on my tv, flipped though the channels and stopped to watch a sermon. That's normally not my thing, but the message was just perfect for how I was feeling. Not long before this, I had been struggling with some difficult decisions. When I finally took my last stand, I cried like nobody's business. It was a mixture of sadness and relief, but ultimately electric relaxation prevailed.

To be completely honest, I decided to end a very long friendship with someone I love and adore. Details aren't necessary, because we've all felt that emptiness and confusion. But you've got to move forward and not dwell on the loss. Dealing with reality can suck, but forgetting it exists is worse.

So back to the tv evangelist... The sermon was called "Run Your Own Race". How fitting. Anyone that knows me knows that I'm more spiritual than religious. I believe in signs and divine intervention and all that. The preacher's words were definitely meant for me. He started off with a scripture that went a little like this "...let us run with endurance the race that is set before us..." I'm leaving some out, but I am sure you get the gist of it.

We all get caught up in the rat race and keeping up with the Joneses, but for what? We also end up living our lives for other people instead of satisfying our own personal goals. Somehow in my quest to make someone else happy, I'd neglected what I really want and who I am. Maybe not completely, but there was a part of me that was suffering on the inside. But I'm not bitter, because I have grown through my experience.

After watching the sermon, I promised that those past sins I'd committed against myself would never happen again. I can no longer live up to other people's expectations of me, I've got to do me. Because years from now when I look back on my life, I don't want to think about what I could have accomplished. I'd like to say

" Wow! Look at how high I soared."