Had I known what was to come,

I’d have taken a different path,

one with fewer brambles,

potholes,

and mudslides.

But what then?

Without the scrapes

and bruises

and scars I accumulated,

would I even be me?

Would I ever have mined

the gold within?

Would I have met you?

In an alternate universe somewhere,

another me is living a live

born of wiser choices,

but is she happier?

Or did she merely stumble through

a different set of brambles,

potholes

and mudslides?

Is the wiser me

wiser in the end?

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For years I thought I was lazy,

I didn’t like to work hard.

Wrong.

I don’t like being bored,

and I don’t like sinking time into things that feel

purposeless.

It’s not hard work I abhor, though.

In fact, I love the pursuit,

the challenge of something that pushes me

at my edge.

Is it uncomfortable?

Frequently.

Is it satisfying when I persist through the discomfort?

Almost always.

The truth is, I love to work hard,

when it’s work I choose.

That makes all the difference.

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I was looking for somebody else when you found me.

Thankfully you knew a good thing when you had it in your grasp.

I kept wriggling free, not realizing that you were the haven,

that all my seeking was the real trap.

That you were so close to being

The

One

That

Got

Away,

and I didn’t even know it.

The torch you carried kept shining a path back to me,

and its warmth finally melted the icy blinders I was wearing.

Found

found

found.

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The most damaging thing I learned in school was that there is a “right” way to create.

A “right” way to draw, a “right” way to write, a “right” way to make music, a “right” way to dance.

In one fell swoop, without even realizing it, all other modes of expression and ways of being were officially rendered “wrong.”

Down the drain went exploration and play.

My most important job as an adult is unlearning all those rules, regaining the native intelligence that school erased.

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