Thursday, February 27, 2014

Finding Myself


I held that belief often... disappearing would be best. I spent a lot of time exiling.  Sometimes I needed peace and quiet, most times because I was overwhelmed with everything and everyone.

Being found is romantic, but I have come to realize that being found is really an inner focus.  I wanted to find myself. I wanted to give myself permission to live the life of my dreams away from what other folks thought I should do.

Sometimes I thought I wanted to disappear, but all I really wanted was to find myself.


2 comments:

Just Kel said...

Greetings Sister Lovebabz!

I love this post and relate to it so.

"Window Seat" by Erykah Badu comes to my mind when I read this.

Wanting to retreat, wanting to exile but wanting peace and inner direction.

I feel you sister.

angela said...

oh yes, i get this in a way that is as if i could have written it. yes, i feel this. this is me.

even at this moment, i want to retreat. i want to exile myself and be condemned to my blue sofa.

ah, but life calls, so i (we) must push on...