When Two Worlds Collide

1997, off to another planet I went.  No, there weren’t any little green men, just me aimlessly wandering around wondering if I should start looking for a place to plant a flag.  One that said, “I don’t know where I am, and I don’t like it”.

It was a world of Jell-O.  Nothing felt steady nor could I feel gravity and I had to hang on to what little I knew of this place.  There was just a lonely dusty dirt road leading me to nowhere.

Prior to 1997, I had the world by the tail.  Life was steady, clear, and full of energy.  I walked the landscape for miles at a time taking in the beauty of all that was around me, each step I laid was upon a solid bright green path.  I was led by my own compass of wonder and joy.

I wasn’t without challenges or fear, I experienced them too.  Difference was, they were temporary and gratefully, I learned how to overcome them. 

1997 is when my two worlds collided.  Boom, one smashed to smithereens the other eating up all the pieces.  I was left floating desperately trying to put the pieces back together before they were all gone.

I grabbed what I could, from the time I learned how to walk, run, and jump.  I reached out for my experiences, education, my memories, those happy and those sad.  I didn’t want to lose anything I had learned throughout my 39 years of existence. 

I filled my pockets with as many pieces of me as I could.  Those that made up the whole of me.  There were so many pieces that my pockets couldn’t hold any more.  I had to let the others float away, but I had what I needed.

What I learned from 1997 is that my two worlds formed one perfect world on which I proudly planted a flag that said I did it and I like it.  The pieces of my old world fit perfectly into my new making it beautiful and joyful.  I found I had everything I needed to continue my journey with great anticipation, wonderment, understanding, skills, and a forever exploration of who I am.