Have you ever kept a secret?
What made it difficult to share?
A Place I time travel back to 1998 My first experience with a college run team And all I worried about was my weight And all I focused on was the scale... I missed out on friendships I believed I didn’t look the part I missed out on dinners and parties too many calories to count I missed out on laughter and community— Who would want to know me?… Isolation was my safety— I was lost I believed the lies Until I began to share my story… I am found I am free It was a process I dared to be
We traveled to Buffalo, New York, last week. Our hotel was located right by the University where I started running collegiately. As I ran through the campus and by the athletic buildings, many memories came flooding back— some sad memories from my past, and some I’m grateful I have healed from.
Looking back, I feel thankful that I made it through those difficult college years. I believe there is power in sharing our stories - it can help us heal and move forward in a positive way. By opening up about my own experience, not only can I continue to process it, but hopefully inspire others going through similar struggles.
Thank you for being here with me.
Take good care,
Julie
Love that Julie shares
Possibilities abound
When heart knots loosen
You ask, “Have you ever kept a secret? What made it hard to share?”
Yes. Shame and fear of rejection and contempt.
We’re only as sick as our secrets.
Thank you “a bushel and a peck” (you might need a couple more years to recall that song). Your free verse declaration of finding your way, then living it, resonates with me. Thanks for being the starter for today’s living. One step at a time.