I get by with a little help from my friends...

Friends...a gift...sometimes they are ones you have had for a short period of time, some for a lifetime.

On this journey, I have been examining so many pieces of my life, looking to see where I need to do some house cleaning.

It has been a slow and laborious process...looking inside oneself, deciding how and when to clear out, clean out, move out, move on. I wait for signs, look deeply...

One suggestion was to find the things that I really love, the things that speak to my soul. I joined a choir.

Before high school, I had moved in with my dad and step-mom. I was angry, hurt, confused. My life with my mother had been less than savory. Before school started I went to church camp and met a guy, Chuck, who would become one of my best friends throughout high school. Attending the same school was a gift. I had someone who was allowing me to grow into a new me, leaving the old one behind.

I joined choir. How was I to know that this would save me...give me some of the greatest friends I ever knew, connect me with a director who would work us harder than I could have ever imagined, but ultimately showed me that teachers can care about their students while expecting great things from them. I put as much choir into my system as time would allow, ultimately carrying eight classes during seven periods my senior year.

So, I joined a choir...directed by that same director from so may years ago, one of the men who showed me what it meant to be a great teacher, filled with friends from so long ago. When I walked into the choir room on Monday, I felt like my life was coming full circle...the pieces are finally coming together.

What do I hope for? I hope that my life will finally begin to make some sense...that the pieces will come together...that things can feel whole...

I will definitely be doing this with a little help from my friends...



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