The Familiar Reach
Recently, I traveled out of town for my daughter’s 19th birthday. I couldn’t wait to get there — I was literally counting down the days. I longed for the peace. The quiet. The much-needed me time. But once I finally got alone, what I expected to feel and what actually came over me were two very different things. Instead of rest, there was a downpour of emotions. And to add insult to injury, I chose to self-sabotage — knowing better. Although clarity was needed in that situation, I realized something painful: I was willing to hurt myself just to excuse the faults of people who do not love me. You all know I like to go on these self-discovery journeys. So here I am again — on another adventure. This time, I’m asking myself a harder question: Why do I continue to self-sabotage… even now? Now, I know some of you may be wondering what I mean when I say I chose to self-sabotage. It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t dramatic. It didn’t look reckless. It looked like a simple message. A familiar reach. ...