You Rarely Have Time For Everything You

Most Of Us, I Believe, Admire Strength. It's Something We Tend To Respect In Others, Desire For Ourselves, And Wish For Our Children. Sometimes, Though, I Wonder If We Confuse Strength With Other Words—like 'aggression' And Even 'violence'. Real Strength Is Neither Male Nor Female; But It Is, Quite Simply, One Of The Finest Characteristics That A Human Being Can Possess.

The Child Is In Me Still And Sometimes Not So Still.

Anything That’s Human Is Mentionable, And Anything That Is Mentionable Can Be More Manageable. When We Can Talk About Our Feelings, They Become Less Overwhelming, Less Upsetting, And Less Scary. The People We Trust With That Important Talk Can Help Us Know That We Are Not Alone.

Part Of The Problem With The Word 'disabilities' Is That It Immediately Suggests An Inability To See Or Hear Or Walk Or Do Other Things That Many Of Us Take For Granted. But What Of People Who Can't Feel? Or Talk About Their Feelings? Or Manage Their Feelings In Constructive Ways? What Of People Who Aren't Able To Form Close And Strong Relationships? And People Who Cannot Find Fulfillment In Their Lives, Or Those Who Have Lost Hope, Who Live In Disappointment And Bitterness And Find In Life No Joy, No Love? These, It Seems To Me, Are The Real Disabilities.

It's The Things We Play With And The People Who Help Us Play That Make A Great Difference In Our Lives.