My past haunts me in that I miss my old life before my vision loss so much that sometimes it physically aches when it comes rushing back, filling every crevice of my mind. The irony is not lost on me that these memories are in full color and crystal clear.
I don’t know their origins, but I recently heard two statements about the past that I keep thinking about:
You need to free yourself of the past so you can fulfill your destiny
and
That was then, this is now
In thinking about it, I always felt that my past wouldn’t be so present once I forged my new path and began doing something that fulfilled me the way my former career did. But maybe, as the above sentiments suggest, you have to draw a line in the sand, and really let go what once was to make room in your life, and in your heart, for what will be.
Like a house guest coming to visit, I’ve got to clean out the spare bedroom and empty some drawers. Destiny’s coming. And I’ve got to be ready for her.
