I Used to Think. . .

I used to think that things would only happen to people, if they did something to deserve it. Now I know that sometimes things just happen and all that counts is how you respond to the hand you're dealt.

I used to think that my list of "I would nevers" were forever. I now know that the more you live, the more you learn that under certain circumstances, there are many things you might do that you would have never. 

I used to think that I was a terrible writer because it took me longer than my classmates to pull my thoughts together. Now I know that my effective effort determines how well I write and increases the quality of my writing regularly. Sa-weet! Because I love writing.

I used to think that the title of and money made doing my job was more important than the enjoyment. I now realize that life is short and my fulfillment has NOTHING to do with my title or money made; and that it has everything to do with why and how I'm making a living.

I used to think I had to do what was "normal" and expected of me from others. Now I know that I'm not "normal". I am fearfully and wonderfully made in the uniqueness that God planned and my journey is my own.

I used to think that if I kept my long hair that (then) boys would find me more attractive. I now know that my attitude, character, heart and style makes me more attractive than hair, jewelry, or being scantily clad could ever. And. . .not to mention, looks fade. 

I used to think that I had to go the road alone, carry the whole load, and prove to everyone that I didn't need anyone. Now I know that it is in our relationships that we often find the comfort, love and encouragement we want. 

I used to think that if I trusted people with my emotions that they would think I was weak. Now I know that my strength is in my ability to confront my emotions and process them, as necessary; no matter if anyone knows about them or not.

I used to think. . .now I'm trying to feel.