Thursday, August 13, 2015

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.