However, every unstoppable force has an epicenter. This is mine.
As things have for me -- since round about July of this year -- began to transmute, my soul has been undertaking a considerable evolution. My bull headedness is giving way to patience. My tendency to go bolting through china shops has been replaced with a deeper care and compassion for others (and their dishes); a trait that I admit I have been lacking since I was about 19-years-old. My need for control over everything is slowly dissipating. My obsessions are now turned to things that are more encouraging; to helping those who need it -- even if they don’t realize how much they do. My difficult and brash nature has softened round its once sharp edges. Although with these changes, my strong will remains, alongside my unbendable self; although even those steadfast, stony aspects of my persona have an undertone of gentility to them now.
Because I finally learned something; something that I think I was supposed to have known all along…and that tiny something that makes the vastest difference in me is simply…grace.
To help me, I read these chronicles quite often, to remind me of what I need to be reminded of, to keep my mind fresh, to keep my will strong, to remain an unstoppable force. Yet above all else, my reading and re-reading has granted me grace.
I ask you to do one thing today and everyday moving forward. I ask you to only remember these two words every time you get angry, each time you are sad, every time you are motivated to honk your horn at the woman at the freshly turned green light who is holding up traffic and updating her Facebook status (yes, that would be me): I ask you to practice grace. That’s it.