Traveling back in time
You asked for it, Rene, and you got it.
Rene’s comment was:
“Wouldn’t it be cool if our old transistor radios could transport us for a little bit to a special place and time in our lives? Where would you go?”
I asked myself this question during my lunch break today, and there can only be one answer.
I would go back to the time and place, known only to me, when I kicked an abusive person out of my life.
It was, for me, a golden moment, a time of great personal power for me, a moment when I screamed “[insert swear words here] …with me and pay the price, mother ^%&*().”
Here’s the really interesting part of this little story, folks.
Telling this person to hit the road gave my self esteem such a lift, that everything since that little drama has been coming up roses for me.
The magic just keeps unfolding for me, day after day.
So, thanks to Rene, whenever I drift into despair and question my abilities, I’m going to take out my transistor radio and travel back to that time when I told this person to get permanently gone from my life.
You are a miracle.