The First Day of the Rest of my Life

 About a year ago I had wonderful discussion that led me to an interesting conclusion: average is just extraordinary you haven’t met yet. This came up because I found myself at a karaoke bar, quite by accident, talking to some old friends. It was my first time out on the town since getting divorced. I made the comment that I was just average and didn’t understand why so many people were expressing interest in me. My friend then told me, Jacob, you are doing great. You are extraordinary. You have so much going for you and he provided examples. What I realized is that those things I found average and ordinary He found extraordinary because they were things he just learned recently.

We then discussed how I don’t see the best things about myself because I have spent the last four years being emotionally and verbally abused. I reached the point that I literally couldn’t see my positive traits because of the abuse. It was only then, after months of being divorced, that I began to see those positive things within myself again.

I can now see that I am a writer, That my poems, my words have power. The power to evoke emotion, to heal, and to inspire. I can now see that my scarred hands are tools for building, not just walls to hide behind. I see that I have inherent worth, regardless of how much education I have or job titles I obtain.

So here I am, sitting at my computer writing my first blog post after the first day of the rest of my life. A life I know is worth living. One where I have so much more to give.