Jan
15
2010
It Is So Hard To Retrace Your Steps
Author: siggyIt is so hard to retrace your steps. I can’t tell you the year but I do precisely remember visiting some relatives. They were both artists. And for the first time someone did not tell me what to do, what to believe. I felt accepted and listened to for the first time.
When you are a child, whatever your particular reality, it is yours. My parents were dysfunctional (and I know every family is) but I was used to being told how I should be. All the time. To them, there was only one way to do something–their way.
My visit was a turning point. There was another way. I was not even aware of it. Later, I only felt free walking Greenwich Village. Then later still –the journey took years– I felt free every where but I still remember that first time. It was a turning point. There was another way to be. It became okay to be me and different.