It’s a beautiful night here in Georgia. I’m sitting on my back porch, and the air is a little chilly, but the moon is full, and it’s amazing. Last month’s full, pink moon hid behind a curtain of gray clouds. But tonight, the sky is clear, and the moon is striking. Spring has been a fickle visitor here in the South for the past few weeks, occasionally stopping by with no intention of staying. But, at the moment, I’m in no hurry for the seasons to change. Tonight there is a sweet, little breeze floating through the trees and my new, furry friend and I are peaceful.
Last year, I published a post which generated more heartfelt response and introspection than any I’d published previously. In that post, I posed a question I’d been pondering for some time. That is, do we accept the love we think we deserve? Or, rather, do we settle for what we’re given knowing, all the while, we deserve more?
I wrote I believe, for many of us, it’s the latter.
Following that post, I received a score of emails which led to some truly genuine and eye-opening conversations. One of those emails came from Brad W. from Pittsburgh, PA.
So much of what Brad wrote resonated so deeply. In his first email to me, he said he’d been thinking about the question I’d posed, and this is what he said:
“It’s definitely the latter. I’m still trying to figure out how I let myself get there.”
Sadly, this is a place where so many of us find ourselves. We look around one day and realize the life we’re living does not resemble the life we had envisioned.
