I received a letter from a past friend, the final line read: you will never be happy. After reading, deflated, hurt, defensive … all of these emotions clamored for attention within me. Believing that friends will understand or at the very least, listen to my reasoning, I am surprised when declarations such as this example are bestowed to me. I have not asked for approval; I answer questions asked knowing that others have an opinion. Still, when wounding comments are made, I am taken by surprise.
I consider my friend; does she really accept that she knows the journey to happiness? When entering a home, often there is a mat for wiping off the debris collected on the bottom of a visitor’s footwear. Inviting understanding is not a request for advice. I sincerely shared with faith that my truth would be paid attention to. I had opened a personal door, trusting that I could reveal authentic ideas, philosophy … values. She made a judgment.
I know that in the past, I have not always been a focused listener … I will do better in this regard. Thoughtless remarks can be harmful. This edict declaring my inability to be fulfilled soiled the beautiful welcome mat that I am weaving. I did not respond to the letter. A door within me has closed; I will intertwine colorful threads to restore the damage because I have the conviction that I am creating an honest tapestry - strands of experience that are worthy. For now, I am rolling this mat up.
Wednesday, April 25, 2012
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