trouble
I’m old enough to…well, to know better, therefore do better. But still….you know what I feel like? A lot? That weird kid. You know that kid. Maybe you were that kid. Maybe you saw that kid in the hall. Maybe you picked on that kid the way all my “friends” picked on me.
Never chosen for sports and when there was only two of us left on the court & Coach made you, it was me or the kid who was wearing bottle thick glasses & special shoes. At least you knew I could run….you’d chased me enough. Cue the groans and you and your tall, handsome, snickering buddies would acquiesce.
That’s what I feel like on days when things aren’t going my way. Exactly. Like. That.
It’s not your fault I decided to drink those feelings away. Or get so high I didn’t see things like that anymore. Or, at all frankly. It’s my own.
And now I am working living the 12 Steps to change. To move on. To be the man God intended. And some days I allow myself God’s Grace and live in today and for just this day. But, much to my own chagrin, not every day. Soon though, very soon! LOL.
Later today I am telling my story at Lambda Center in Houston, Tx. It’s a privilege to be asked. Maybe someone will learn something from it and do something different. I don’t know. I’m just one of two kids left on a court, wishing I was grown up so I didn’t have to deal with this shit anymore.
Be With Me
I’ll be there. And, I was that kid too. So I had to make up my own life and be independent. See where that got me?