What did I leave at "home"?
I left the negativity. I left the judgments. I left the looking down through glasses that are never rose colored. I left sadness. I left despair. I left heartache. I left disappointment. I left my parents and their constant disapproval. And I went home.
Home to positive. Home to where there aren't any judgments. Home where I have my rose colored glasses on. Where there is happiness, hearts full, proper challenges, and ever-pending success.
Sometimes when you leave something, no matter how hard it is to leave it, it's for the best.
I hope I can go back one day.
I hope they will welcome me.
And I hope we will agree to accept each other, and our differences.
I hope that we can leave the past and start living in the future.
I am willing, but only if they can see me.
Really see me and respect me for that path that I have chosen to travel.
My conference roomie Mishelle wrote this workshopping piece
in the Writer's Craft Workshop at Blissdom a few weeks ago.
Her photos are on flickr.