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Have a great weekend - you 'style statement' lovers!
On my kindergarten evaluation the teacher wrote that I felt like I didn't belong or that the other kids didn't like me. That feeling has followed me around most of my life. I have no idea why I have it, how it came to be but I would LOVE LOVE LOVE to be free from that.
Other than that, I'm a pretty happy camper!
I've spent a fortune on diet, health, exercise, and home organization; but nothing's worked, until now that is. My copy of Style Statement seems to be the only self discovery I need anymore (and I've even dropped a few pounds and cleaned out a closet). Who knows? At this rate i could end up with that juicy, pithy literary collection after all!
I'd also be kinder - and always without ulterior motive.
I would only be the supportive, inspirational person I desire to be & I know is my true self (genteel).
I would be more creative and expressive - I would sparkle (radiant).
I'm trying to figure out how to fit that into my career now - hmmm.
And of course ditto on that hot babe Danielle mentioned!
Living with my tribe in the hot desert sun. Dance, eat and breathe earth, wind & beauty.
Love is my religion. I lead life with my heart and express myself thru song and dance.
(saw Ammachi last night)
This completely floored me and made me laugh, because we don't speak French and don't know anyone who does. It's amazing to me that thoughts like that, and your memories of feeling that way, start so early.
I feel also very strongly that there is strength in not completely identifying with any particular group and being "accepted." Being on the outside allows you to be a passionate, curious observer, a seeker of knowledge, and the master of your own domain. Embrace it! Conformity is for the birds.
I would take up more space.
xo
Danielle
xo
Danielle
But...
As desirable as all that is, who would I be if I hadn't grown up in the softness of the South, running in the back yard in bare feet? Who would I be if I hadn't sat on the porch swing beside my little fat Memama, drinking Co'cola, watching the evening trains and the lightening bugs? Who, if my mama and daddy hadn't taken me to Sunday School every week--and if I had not had that seminal conversation with Philip about the Upanishads? If I hadn't gone to a small, Black college instead of Harvard? If I'd chosen a job in New York first, instead of last--and missed Miami, Tennessee, Atlanta and Philadelphia in between? How would I know the meaning of forgiveness and the importance of grieving, if I had not made so many wildly naive mistakes? Who would I be without my sistergirlfriends who have been beside me (and thought me fabulous, as I thought them) all these years?
And it's not just my own past that is my past. It's the past of my parents and their parents. Granddaddy who sent 5 daughters to college on a hospital orderly's salary (selling hams and fruitcakes and newspapers on the side to supplement). The people who sailed from Wales, and blended with the Occaneechi, then disappeared into the "colored" folk somewhere along the redclay roads and tobacco fields. That's all part of me.
So let that hip and glowing angel stay away from my past. But she can sprinkle me with a little of whatever it takes to grow from that into the bold and fabulous truth speaker.
okay...enough from me, I have a plane to catch. I'm so appreciative of these great discourses everyday. Spread the love, keep it comin'.
ciao bellas,
D
There is no try, there is only do.
I have found that I like living out here on the edges, as you mentioned, but I don't have a single friend that lives near me. I don't have children, so I haven't hooked up with a Mom's group or anything. Then again, I know hundreds of people and I get along well with them - so it is all in how I look at things.
I think I could go on for days about this. LOL Thanks for the reply!
so i'm thinking what danielle's thinking: past life?
Her answer, from a 19-yr-old survivor of incest and violent physical abuse: "I would probably be an ignorant, arrogant, naive bitch...and I don't mean bitch in a good way!"
Pretty astute for 19 years, huh?
My answer?
I feel I would be more adventurous, less compassionate, more judgemental, less depressed.
... not compare myself to others, but instead rejoice in other's talents and success and learning from them, would improve myself. I would always have something genuinely nice to say about everyone I come in contact with and I would not ever gossip about or judge others.
... trust my instincts.
... be quick to forgive.
... be more joyful.
and...I assume...the beginning of the healing process.
Allowing ourselves to re-feel, to know and then let go - that's what I'm hoping for.
c
I will not make the same mistakes that you did
I will not let myself cause my heart so much misery
I will not break the way you did
You fell so hard
I've learned the hard way, to never let it get that far
Because of you
I never stray too far from the sidewalk
Because of you
I learned to play on the safe side
So I don't get hurt
Because of you
I find it hard to trust
Not only me, but everyone around me
Because of you
I am afraid
I lose my way
And it's not too long before you point it out
I cannot cry
Because I know that's weakness in your eyes
I'm forced to fake, a smile, a laugh
Every day of my life
My heart can't possibly break
When it wasn't even whole to start with
Because of you
I never stray too far from the sidewalk
Because of you
I learned to play on the safe side
So I don't get hurt
Because of you
I find it hard to trust
Not only me, but everyone around me
Because of you
I am afraid
I watched you die
I heard you cry
Every night in your sleep
I was so young
You should have known better than to lean on me
You never thought of anyone else
You just saw your pain
And now I cry
In the middle of the night
For the same damn thing
Because of you
I never stray too far from the sidewalk
Because of you
I learned to play on the safe side
So I don't get hurt
Because of you
I tried my hardest just to forget everything
Because of you
I don't know how to let anyone else in
Because of you
I'm ashamed of my life because it's empty
Because of you
I am afraid
Because of you
Because of you