paint by numbers

One thing I love about being home is looking back through a journal of thoughts I kept throughout high school, and that I add to everytime I'm home. For every decision that I look back on and question my judgment or my naivitee, there is an overlying emotion that strung the event together. Though I may have grown, matured, and honed my decision making skills...or simply learned through broken hearts or happiness...those emotions are so strongly in tact today.



I found this entry I had written about someone who is no longer a part of my life...and even though I don't see this particular person anymore, the sentiment rings true for so many of the people who ARE in my life at this very moment:

There are people who come into your world and turn it upside down. There are people who destroy your world. Then there are those who enter your world and color it. These people are special and very rare. They give you personal space with room to breathe in everyday life, but they fill the cracks and the ordinary with new light. This person keeps a steady 3 steps behind you in case you fall, but they never interfere with your pace. They inspire your best qualities to shine on display, and make you want to reach a little farther.

When this person comes along with their paint brush and adds color to every aspect of your life with their sheer being- don't question. Don't ruin the gift by wondering what's around the next corner. Just appreciate this rare occurance for what it is-a blessing.