I am a text

As I sat down to write this, I tried to think who am I. What is the image I am projecting to the people around me? I was very concerned with the image I projected in high school. I was a football player, made good grades, hung out with the “cool crowd,” lived in the right neighborhood; I was heavily involved, and everyone knew who I was: I got all the awards I had set out to achieve, but since coming to college, I have found it very important to be my self.  I looked around my apartment to try and find inspiration for the new me and my new outlook on life. 

The only thing that kept coming to mind was that I am open to new things.  I hold back judgment because everyone has a story.  I want to be grounded in who I am through my faith, my bible is front and center on my desk, but able to look at things from a different perspective as I looked at the messages visitors have left on my white board. I read some of my previous text messages in which case I was no longer the guy making the plans, but was allowing others to take charge and lead for once. I had long phone calls in which I had forgiven friends that had truly hurt me. We all need a fresh start. I opened my pantry and found foods that I typically would not have bought had I been walking through the grocery store several of weeks ago.  I looked at my recently added friends on Facebook and where they were from. I have relationships with people from states I have never visited before. Had I stayed in my little bubble, I would not have had these friendships I now cherish.  I have a list of things I want to do like visit the recycling center just because.  Everyone has a past, but more importantly everyone has a future that is being shape now.