I am not naive enough to think this will be easy. It would be nice if some great hand would reach down from the sky to snatch a long-lost relative who left me (and my sister, mother, and grandmas) millions. But as much fun as it is to consider that inane possibility, I do not lose myself in it.
This isn’t going to be easy. There is no sure-fire way to guarantee my success, but there’s also no way to guarantee my failure. Will hasn’t believed in me in a very long time, but his insinuations no longer cause me to crawl into a hole and hide. Now, hearing him say what he says causes me to divert my attention from him and pay attention to the light in my own heart.
It feels … strange. And good.
The most I can do is simply START moving away from him.
I’m doing that. I’m not revealing my actions yet because they’re not his business; I don’t feel like giving him my secrets anymore. Unfortunately, that means that I cannot give my secrets to YOU either.
Yes, I am slightly worried and a tad fearful. Who wouldn’t be? But I know I will make this work. I have a plan.
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