For me, home is a search in progress and has been for most of my life. That search has driven me from several cities in Texas, Arizona, California and even a stint in New York. Still, I have not found the place I would call home.
Although the place where I was born still calls to my soul, it is the people of my very flesh and blood who have made it anathema. I'm sure many of you can understand what alcoholism and heated in-fighting can do to a family. Surely, my story isn't unique.
Mine is a tale of a sad, misguided, fatherless, only child. Still seeking the approval and acceptance that will never come. Living out the vicious cycle in personal relationships and not understanding my own role in the real-life drama.
Today marks a turning point for me. The day I consciously choose to say that I am a lone wolf. The day I decide to really let go. Not run away in some misguided attempt to move on without dropping my baggage. I pledge to allow myself to grieve for what will never be, what never was.
If home is where the heart is, then family is who you make it. I already have a fabulous son and I've met a lot of wonderful people during my myriad of travels and moves. That's a great place to start. That and remembering my Conqueror's mantra: pancakes, pancakes, pancakes.
What's holding you back?
Wishing you much peace, happiness and success,
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