Knowing it’s Time to Go
I find myself standing still, watching people go by. Everyone is going somewhere. They know where they are going, how they will get there, when they will get there & what it will take to get there. I am staning in the station & I know that I don’t know any of those things.
This station isn’t LAX or ATL. It is a piviotal point in my life.
Knowing it’s time to Leave
I have talked a good talk about how it has been time to begin a new chapter of my life. I have talked it & talked it, but have neglected to do it. My life today isn’t the life I had 5 yrs ago, 15 yrs ago, or 20 yrs ago. I have grown up through the pangs of hurt & failure and love & grace. I can no longer keep trying to live the life of my past simply because it is not who I am anymore. That life doesn’t have room for the life I have yet to live.
Stepping into the station
I remember taking my sister, Tiffany, to the airport for the first time. I watched her check her baggage & waited until I knew she had boarded. But the most unnerving part was the time between. The Departure.
Departure is when have you left where you were but are not yet where you are going.
But Honeychild, where are you going?
I’m not really sure I know how to answer that just yet. I will be spending the next 96 hours praying about & deciding that. It must be a deep honest search that will probably uncover a lot of tears of remorse over the past & the could-a-beens, & lots of laughs over the the things that were.
I stand in the station, watching the people go by. They are all going somewhere. It is time for me to step up & get ready for my own departure.