tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7123027.post4323544110940185240..comments2023-10-05T09:56:38.656-04:00Comments on Rae's Confessions: Grieving the loss of a past selfRaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13352920897908430774noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7123027.post-5622929637666303992008-08-13T10:34:00.000-04:002008-08-13T10:34:00.000-04:00Hey Rae,Your blog is so good. I love people who sh...Hey Rae,<BR/><BR/>Your blog is so good. I love people who shoot from the heart. Im glad yu are gaining more peace and understanding.John Donationhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03758722152465803834noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7123027.post-31099581968864555132008-08-12T08:24:00.000-04:002008-08-12T08:24:00.000-04:00I'm imagining that, over time, your energy will re...I'm imagining that, over time, your energy will return, and ironically many of the same characteristics you exhibited while playing "game face" earlier will emerge in their genuine renditions. But the wonderful thing this time will be that they will energize you rather than sap you. And rather than live like a leaf tossed in tempest, you will feel the anchor of your inner core bolting you down, as you grow into your real self.<BR/><BR/>The grief is over the loss of a perceived self, that fantasy we all hold of how reality should be. Once we accept reality as it is, we can begin to appreciate the richness it holds, in promise, for us. But until we grieve the loss of our fantasies, we are stunted from growth in reality. So while grief is excruciatingly difficult, it is nonetheless progress, and the gateway to wonderful things.<BR/><BR/>With encouragement,<BR/>TTThe Travelerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15210504927555433274noreply@blogger.com