I used to keep my gooey insides displayed for everyone to see. I was an open wound, a raw nerve --exposed to whatever or whoever I came in contact with. When abrasive contact caused me pain, I blamed the outside source. I never thought of looking inward. Of my responsibilty to gather my gooiness together and put it behind a protective case.
It took giving myself completely--and being smashed against the rocks--to realize that... A. I needed to protect myself and...B. I was not so gooey when it came right down to it.
Because I didn't come undone when my dreams were broken. I didn't spill like liquid all over the floor---I bounced back like Jello *smiles*. I regrouped, made a new plan, protected myself a little better this time and moved on.
I will never be Rock. I don't want to be.
I don't want to be sticky and gooey either. I want to be a soft, sweet substance on the inside--but something with integrity...
Like strawberry jello.
On The Inside
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