My fear is I’ve been telling my “story” for song long, that there’s a part of me that feels the need to live that tale out. Even though I don’t necessarily like where it’s going.

Have you ever met someone, who within the first 5 minutes of meeting them, tells you their who tells the events of the entire life – much of it tragic – unsolicited? And how those past experiences are keeping them from moving forward. I have. God bless those people, but they are living by the constraints of a narrative from an event that occurred to them 20 years ago. They become a victim from their own history.

I have to reassure myself repeatedly that the future is not written and the past does not equal the future as each and every moment is a new one. Anything is possible. This is vital as we must see it as such, leaving the strings of the past experiences behind. Otherwise we are tethering ourselves to the ground when we could be soaring among the clouds.

Most of the time it’s just me having to get out of my own way. A dog doesn’t wake up depressed because of the events that occurred yesterday. Every morning she wakes up her tale is wagging when she greets you ready to start a new day with all the excitement of a child on Christmas morning.

That’s how I intend to face the day.

What say you?