Love Lenses
Yesterday, during an email conversation with an old friend, I commented that my life has not turned out the way I meant it to; that (although I didn't have an actual plan [which might be a big part of my problem]) I feel I've squandered my potential and have missed out on some pretty significant milestones (like finding true love and a real home ). He (gently) yelled at me. He told me that was ridiculous. He pointed out the many things I have accomplished and said I should be proud of my life and myself. His words were not new to me. And though they shifted my perspective and perception in that moment, I had to admit that they are words I've heard before - words that others who love me have uttered (or yelled... gently... or not). But my perspective and perception always shift back. I replied that I know my deep, dark secrets. I know the ugly things I think/have said/ have done. I know the shortcuts I've taken, the plans I've abandoned, and the many, ma...