Thursday, April 08, 2010
Of Sticks and Stones...
“The eyes of others our prisons; their thoughts our cages.”
“And sometimes, their words the poison we unwittingly swallow.”
With barely perceptible movement and actions, I’m dismantling the cage, dismissing the glances and refusing to swallow that which I find unpalatable.
Progress is slow. Sometimes I lose ground.
While change is not always easy at this stage in one’s life, it is possible – and the rewards are worth the struggle.
Hell, I should have done this years ago.
Word to the wise – being nice and accommodating is not all it’s cracked up to be.
To quote Theodore Roosevelt, you can always, "Speak softly and carry a big stick…”
Or in my case, a small to medium sized one. (Old habits die hard.)