A quote by Ralph Waldo Emerson

I have this little scar on my knee; I must have been around 4 years old, riding my trike down a little hill and tipped right over. In my memory, it was just a scrape really, almost perfectly round, and I don’t even think I needed more than a band-aid or two. But it left its mark.

We are full of them, these little scars. Some of them can be seen, many more are unseen, but a scar is still a scar, whether it is physical or on our soul, sometimes both. They are our history of life, a part of us that we will always carry.

Sometimes, we learn from them, if we have the courage to examine them – dissect them to find their worth. This little scar of mine allowed me to graduate from that rickety trike to a two-wheeler. Some of mine, I buried deep, too painful to think about, thinking I could just move on from it, forget it,

But those scars have a way of festering inside of us, forever changing how we view things, life, our relationships. They taint me, haunting me with insidious lies that I am unworthy and unlovable. They breed self-contempt, which becomes contempt for others, growing into cynicism, depression, even cruelty. They block me from light and truth and love. They block me from life and what I could be.

We can’t change what has happened; but maybe if we change how we view what happened, we can change what will happen. Maybe if we take a moment to sit in our pain, we can begin to understand something about us that this moment is trying to teach us. Not about what we should have or could have done, necessarily, but how we respond to it. To be present for ourselves in a moment is the greatest gift, I think, that we can give ourselves.

This Valentines Day, I hope you can take a moment to give yourself a moment to reflect, maybe forgive yourself and drop that rock of regrets you’re toting around. Hop on your two-wheeler and really ride!

As always, my hopes are for your hopes and dreams. T