storerooms..

Fear not; you will no longer live in shame.
Don't be afraid; there is no more disgrace for you.
You will no longer remember the shame of your youth
and the sorrows of widowhood. - Isaiah 54:4

i've packed away – away – things important, unimportant – i don't even know anymore.

i've been wondering – considering - what exactly is part of the pack i keep and what exactly is part of the package sent away?

i'm thinking the one magic moment "when mistakes are released and my shadow is the only past touching me" isn't really going to happen. or, maybe. it isn't going to happen in a magic moment – or perhaps the moment is now – upon realizing life is a process and our next moment is our next past. so make it count?

i hear you – cheerleader. that i am better today than yesterday & my tomorrow will be better yet..

i am expecting excellence for my life. my life that guards another..

so. as i have allowed myself to be packed away, i should think better to know i am more than a piece to be decided on later; perhaps a bold minute moving to the next hour (smile).

every second i am afraid to move is simply a second wasted.