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Ponderings...
Just a story ...

    Driving down the road with your eyes on the rear view mirror…

    Imagine being in your car, just driving down the road. Instead of looking at what’s in front of you, your eyes are on
    the rear view mirror. Scary thought, huh!

    Yet we do it. Sometimes, no most of the time, we do it without even realizing it. Memories are a composite of
    the yesterdays. The impact    of living in our history can be a wreck waiting to happen, let me give   you an
    example:

    My mother had divorced my older sibling’s father and while most people heal, my mother was enraged. Her
    anger and bitterness spewed over, casting my perception of this man to be a monster. In fact, he didn’t have a
    name other than profanity that she repeated consistently. I was a teenager before I learned his ‘real’ name was
    Frank.

    Mom went to her grave with her bitterness. She viewed the world thru  her lens of distrust and anger. She wasn’t
    able to forgive and move on. She was stuck. She wasn’t able to enjoy life, dabble in adventure and appreciate
    those who loved her, though to her friends and co-workers said she was a good woman. She had a great front.

    As I carried my mother’s torch, my life was one crisis after another. I pin-pointed faults and judged unmercifully. I
    attracted men who triggered my anger – not consciously of course. My mother was right – men were jerks!

    Somewhere within me I knew life had to be better than what I was experiencing. God knows I did the best I knew
    to do yet it seemed like I was running in place. I couldn’t live life the way my mother had. Although my mother had
    refused therapy, it was the beginning of change for me.


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