The year my father turned 75, I decided to gift him with a letter of gratitude. We’d had a difficult go, and while I sometimes hated him, I always loved him, and I wasn’t sure I’d expressed the latter enough.
I acknowledged his personal struggles, and apologized for any heartache I’d caused him, choosing to recognize that the struggles we survive are just polish on the people we become.
He cried, said that he had a hard time seeing that perspective, but appreciated my words.
It’s true though. As much as I can sit and ponder ‘what ifs’, who I am today is a product of personal life experience. I have been prodded, stretched, tested and baked, and now that I am finally coming to a place of peace with all that, the possibility of shining is open.
Better now than ever.
Thanks for all who participated this week. Our focus was polish. No fancy wrap-up as I’m currently packing up and the task is daunting.
See you tomorrow for a new challenge.