Tearing Off The Scabs

It’s funny how some childhood scabs never really fall off. They start to get that itchy feeling when they’re about to lift up at the edges and break free from our skin. But somehow a few of those scabs cling to our inner fibers longer than we expected. Some go unnoticed and hidden from our view for years, but inevitably we have to confront them and tear them from our souls. Today a friend and I talked about some of those scabs. We talked about how unkind or thoughtless words have stuck to us and caused us to question our abilities, our potential, and ultimately our worth. The silly thing about it is the people who said those things weren’t intentionally trying to hurt us and if they knew we were carrying the scabby remnants of their words, I’m sure they would be heartbroken. I think we both realized today through tear-filled faces and half laughing, half crackling voices that we need to let go of those insecurities. At some point it’s time to let go and let the new flesh grow. At some point it’s time to reinvent life. We don’t have to remain crippled and scabbed over because of someone else’s words or deeds. We can be new again.