Some people get caught up in the past. They become trapped in a web of their own making and nothing seems to free them. They suffer because of it. The pity other people show only serves to further paralyze. They are unable to accept responsibility for their actions and allow themselves to become incapacitated by deep denial.
I try very hard not to be one of these people. I try to move forward. I try to enjoy and appreciate the good things in my life. When I make a mistake or realize I've slighted someone, I try to make it right. I apologize. I make amends. And when I can't? I continue on the journey without them.
We all have skeletons in our closets. I have more than one. More than once I've caught them weaving tapestry and the last time I looked, they'd started up a quilting circle. Funny thing is, they can only work their craft when I give them material and thread and binding. Without the scraps thrown to them, they would be bored out of their skulls in that closet. They're only skeletons, after all.
Where are you going with this, you ask? What are you trying to tell us?
This is the thing. This is my very own personal blog. I enjoy writing it. I enjoy the comments and the emails. But, a few days ago, I received an anonymous comment on my blog that mentioned something only someone who was close to me could know. Someone close or someone influenced by someone close, that is. Among other things, the comment highlighted a lapse of judgment Joe and I suffered at a party almost seven years ago now. So, I left a cheeky response and closed the option for anonymous comments on my blog.
Because, in my opinion, it's time to move on. This is my blog. This is not Jerry Springer. Let those without blemish, spot or stain, cast the first stone. In the meantime, try cleaning out your own closet.
The devil inside
The devil inside
Every single one of us
The devil inside
-INXS
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