"Fleeting emotions are just one example of the things that happen
within us and part of our history but are not part of our identity."
Mark Rego
The storm came roaring out of nowhere. Drops of rain felt like pellets against my face. Quickly, I opened my umbrella and continued to brave the storm. An unexpected gust of wind then scattered my layers of protection. It was as though I now stood naked in the midst of a violent storm.
This storm of course is metaphorical, but nevertheless, penetrating. Is it of my choosing that I am witnessing an emotional storm? Am I strategizing problems that are not mine? Perhaps, if I believe I can manipulate turbulence, I will have a sense of control. Private assessment needs to determine if my reactions are aligned with my soul.
It is important for me not to play out an outdated role. I must recognize glitches in a repetitive performance, rewriting a script that reflects current strengths and goals. Without judgment of others, I can claim what I need regardless of the status quo. Who I am today is a far cry from who I have been and who is yet to come.
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