Letter to my Past

I have been away from 'home' for nearly 20 years. In the past 20 years I have returned only a handful of times. However, the moment I step off the plane I am transported back to when my future was bright...my dreams were big..and I was a kid with the world in the palm of my hand. 

The moment I return to the place I have lived for the past 19 years, I am 'homesick'. I wallow in the lost friendships and contact of the incredible people who had a hand in building the foundation of "me". Friends, teachers, coaches and teammates all had a part in the lessons I learned, the values I hold, my work ethic and my passion. They were all-stars and I knew even then that I was a lottery winner to have them in my life. Returning to a place where they don't reside has been cause for many pity parties for yours truly. Until now. 

I still adore those of my past. They are my heroes, my mentors, my firsts. However, it is time I embrace the awesomeness of my 'now'. All I have to do is open my eyes to see that everything I valued from my past has travelled with me to my new 'home'. I am surrounded by beautiful people who have lessons to teach me. I am no longer a kid, I am the mother and coach of kids. Where I am in life is important. I am in a position to be the positive influence for others. I am not a has been... I am on fire. The embers of my past keep me warm, but now it is time I stoke them. I am proud of my past accomplishments and look forward to what I will achieve in the future. The holding pattern of 'yesterday' is done. I am more than my past. I am my future. 

To my past, thank you. Thank you for being so wonderful. Thank you for building my basement. To my future, I look forward to meeting you, there will be no ceiling. 

Stay Happy & Healthy

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