Our lot

If I give the impression that I have it all together I apologize for no human being does. I struggle like everyone else with thoughts about my identity, about my past and about whether I was a good enough parent to my children. This is our lot as human beings who must evaluate our lives from various angles and pronounce ourselves either victorious or unworthy. The price of not studying yourself being the potential for stunting growth for to not examine is to risk not learning.

I used to chide myself for being mired in over analysis and yet I cannot deny that it helped me. Not automatically trusting instincts and asking myself why I felt a certain way contributed to healing a psyche that for a long time had been conflicted between my societal education and where my spirit seemed to want to go.


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