Shoot me now

Throughout the entire Tennessee Williams Festival that I am now sad is over, one person or another quoted Flannery O’Connor’s character:

“She would of been a good woman,” said The Misfit, “if it had been somebody there to shoot her every minute of her life.”

A long time ago and four therapists ago I learned that I had been raised in a high pitch because of a rage-a-holic father and an alcoholic mother, betwixt the two, the kids were always riled up. Then you step out into the world and you try to cope with the mundane-ness of daily life and you just are not equipped to handle it so you invent scenarios, cause drama, and basically find yourself always swinging from one branch to the next because you are deeply programmed to do that.

Then comes a woman who you know has crossed your path for a reason and you meet her only once in New York and she pulls you aside and says to you the greatest periods of growth happen when you let go – NOT when you are holding on, NOT when you are grabbing hold of, BUT when you have let go. And this will haunt you for many years until one day as the gulf breeze is blowing the Queen palms outside the office door open to your terrace do you realize this is true.

And you realize you don’t need someone to shoot you so you can feel authentic, you are for the first time in nearly 52 years on this planet able to be.

One Response to “Shoot me now”

  1. Alice Says:

    Progress! 😀 You go girl!

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