Wednesday, November 16, 2011

A Letter to Myself

Hey,
I know what you're thinking: "This is never going to end."  You're tired of treading water.  Your legs are cramping and your arms feel like they're made of lead.  You're terrified that you're going under and your lungs will fill with water and you'll slip without a sound beneath the dark and icy waves.  You're afraid there won't be a place for you in the future.

Don't be afraid.

You made a lot of colossal mistakes over the years, the long range kind, the variety that lurk in the background or that didn't seem all that pressing at the time as you blathered on through life.  Those mistakes have caught up with you and right now you're reaping the poison fruit, but it's not going to be all bad.  Like the man said, "This too shall pass."

You're aware of your mistakes and you've corrected them which is the first step in turning things around for yourself.  The next step is not wavering, not breaking, not giving in to the temptation to yield.  You've learned your lessons, every one.  The night will end.  You'll see the sun come up again in the east and you'll be ready for the day when you can live free, when you can live as you had always imagined. You will have dominion over your life.

So hang on and hold fast.  Don't be afraid.

Crein