So I read the I don’t care what you had for lunch book or whatever it’s called. And either through that book or maybe from this blogger I had this thought that I would go back to my old Journals and torment pleasure you all with my younger self.
Before I share this with you, you should know this is not something I’ve done. Ever. And if you think that my note, meaningful quote, poem or thought is awful, pathetic, offending or anything that is on the negative side of the line I say – keep it to yourself. Please.
I wrote this my senior year of college. I had a great professor who was a nun – hey, I went to a school that used to be an all girls Catholic college (and I loved every single second of it) Sister Bea – if you are out there in the blog space, and if a nun was, it would be her, Hi and thanks for you know encouraging me. This poem/thought/passage/whatever was written about my FH…this was before we were married, engaged or even dating…this is that magical time when we were just friends and talking on the phone frequently and liking each other in a way that was more then friends and not at the same time.
Who are you? When the lights are out.
When judgments are away for the day
at that moment of perfection, Who are you?
Without influence
Without shame or insecurities
who are you without fear
Without success
I’d like to know you.
At that place. In that moment. In that way.
When what you are fits seamlessly with who you are.
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