What is real or just a dream. Gotta love Lifehouse.
Today I realized that I have never officially 'quit' a job. I've been on a lot of 'leave of absences' with college and such that just led to a mutual parting ways. I guess that this goes to show.
I don't like letting go.
Today was a rather dreary day with the weather deciding that it did not want to conform to the likes of spring. It forgot the memo that april showers bring may flowers. Needless to say, I could smell the rain rather than the roses on this day.
I held the keys in my hand. I told myself that I was doing this because it was good for me. There was no turning back after I had reached this point.
These keys were more than just keys to open or close a store. These keys opened every door of the locked facility. By giving them away, I was making a statement that I was choosing to no longer be a part of these girls' lives.
It sounds crazy, but as I was about to turn them in, I wondered what was the appropriate way to mourn in this process of moving on. Because that is what it is.
Moving on.
Was I supposed to cry? Who cries over a job? I should know that this was more than a job. I fought for six months to find hope in the midst of darkness and failure. And it would break me too much to go down with the ship so to speak.
But that doesn't mean that I will stop fighting.
During this summer, I am putting a bunch of my writings from college and this year together to hopefully publish a book that will raise money to fight against human trafficking. You hear about human trafficking. You get hit emotionally when you hear about the stories. I can't go into detail, but I have now seen it happen to others. People probably don't even know how prevalent it is in America. Just look at the personal pages on the internet. It speaks volumes of how crucial it is to make a stand.
The title will be called 'Bare Vulnerability' with the basis that it takes a lot of bravery to even try to get out of the cycle of human trafficking. It is a vulnerable issue in general to expose such a tragedy.
But I want to be a part of the movement to stop this.
This is my dream.
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
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