StoneWe leave a trail behind us as we go along. Some trails are fairly straight, point A to point B. Others meander, go in circles or take sharp turns. The crumbs left behind may be perceived as stale bread by one and blessed food by another.

I recently had dinner with some old classmates, some of whom I haven’t seen in over 30 years. We spoke of our life journies and those of our children. We laughed and marveled at the passage of time. In remembering our school days together, where I remembered myself as self-conscious and shy, friends remembered someone brave. Where I recalled a vaccuum of self-confidence, they remembered someone who did whatever with no fear of what others thought.

This revelation doesn’t change my trail, but looking back with new perspective, I begin to truly appreciate the path I’ve chosen to travel.


About lintcoop

I am a writer. Words and melodies best express my love of life and beauty, family and humankind, the earth and the spirit.
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1 Response to Retrospect

  1. Amber says:

    Looking back with perspective – what a wonderful phrase. I too used to be a shy and extremely self conscious girl and when my old friends meet me they are surprised at my change because sometimes o combat that shyness I can be a bit abrasive. but inside the shy girls still exists

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