Friday, October 7, 2011
Walking Away and Moving On
I am afraid.
I shouldn’t be as some of the comments I’ve received have been wonderful and uplifting. It makes me believe I am on the right path to becoming the true writer and author that I want to be.
I’m still afraid.
The opportunities presented to me in OneStopBlogWorld are endless as they allow me to write whatever I feel that fits the theme. Should I keep it light and funny to let everyone see the humorous and silly side of me? (Seriously, there are some really funny moments I could recount.) Or, should I reach down into the inner depths of my soul, sift through the decaying remnants of ancient heartaches and purge them so they stop trying to rip thru my subconscious and disturb my new found peace?
I’ve walked away from numerous things. Explosive situations - because I really hate confrontations and it always upsets me because I am the one that usually gives in; job opportunities – one in particular where I was really p.o.’d when I walked in on a Monday morning to find the entire contents of my desk dump onto the top of it. FYI…I promptly wrote my letter of resignation and threw it at the Office Manager and walked out. P.S. I didn’t have anything lined up and I was out of work for a month. Not a good plan, but I was fed up. I walked away from my family knowing that I probably would never return to the home state where I was born. I’ve been back twice in 19 years. I also knew that if I hadn’t, I would have never had a life. I love my family, but sometimes you got to do what you’ve got to do.
There is one really big “thing” that I have walked away from, but I am not ready to talk about it. It is one of a few very painful parts of my life. I…wait…no. I can’t. Not…yet…
I’m really afraid.
What I will say is that my mom, God Bless Her, basically told me to walk away.
So...I walked away and once again, I’m moving on.
This post is written for The Writer's Post Blog Hop# 17: Walking Away. Interested in learning more, please check out the link below!