Rocks in my pockets

Rocks in my pockets

I picked up a rock and placed it in my pocket. I didn’t mean to keep it but it seemed so small I didn’t think it would make a difference.

When I reach into my pocket I can feel the rock, I push it to the side so I can retrieve my keys.

It’s really not so large, I will toss it out when I have a chance.

I picked up another rock and placed it with the first rock in my pocket. They aren’t so large that they are uncomfortable but I have to push them around when I retrieve my keys.

I will toss them out when I have a chance.

My two rocks have become a lot of rocks, I now have to use my other pocket to carry them about. They have become cumbersome and uncomfortable, when I have a chance I will toss them out.

Oh my, my rocks have become so uncomfortable. I really didn’t mean to keep them but now I don’t know how to rid myself of the rocks.

I have a friend who has a pocket full of rocks too. They asked me how I got my rocks.

I had to think.

Oh, right.

That first rock came when someone I know bullied me.

The second rock came when I didn’t get my raise at work.

The third rock came when a family member made me feel bad.

The forth, fifth, sixth, and so on came to me when I decided that I wasn’t going to let go of the            hurt that others had done to me.

Before I knew what happened I was carrying pockets of rocks around.

Unresolved issues that had weighed me down so much that I could no longer function in life.

I made a resolve.

Make a list.

Check to make sure that every one is included.

Start at

        the top.

What was that first rock?

Oh, right the bully.

Face my fear and confront the bully.

I am afraid.

I must resolve this before I can move forward.

Whew … glad that is over.

Now I can throw that rock out and lighten my load.

What about the rest?

One at a time …

I know that it is so easy to pick up rocks.

I no longer need to carry rocks with me.

It wasn’t really as hard as I thought.

Face my fear … confront and resolve … throw the rock away.

My walk is lighter now.

I am careful about picking up rocks.

        If they want me to carry them, I let them know that my journey requires me to walk lightly, I  will not carry them.
       I carry a few special rocks still, they are reminders about my old life.
       Special Rocks to remind me not to pick up any stray rocks that could weigh me down.