I remember being in college reading Autobiography by by Portia Nelson
There was something about it that felt familiar
There was something about it that felt honest
There was something about it that felt freeing
There was something about it that felt empowering…
I wonder what resonates with you when you read this?
Have you ever fallen in the hole and felt powerless?
I wonder if you can feel the tension, the struggle, the despair, the anticipation, the relief, the hope?
I read it today and can still feel it. I am guessing I am not alone!
“I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I fall in.
I am lost… I am helpless.
It isn’t my fault.
It takes forever to find a way out.
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I pretend I don’t see it.
I fall in again.
I can’t believe I am in the same place.
But, it isn’t my fault.
It still takes me a long time to get out.
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I see it is there.
I still fall in. It’s a habit.
My eyes are open.
I know where I am.
It is my fault. I get out immediately.
walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I walk around it.
I walk down another street.”
