Well friends, clearly, consistency is my greatest enemy. Imagine me in a Catholic church in a confession booth when I say this, but it’s been a few weeks since my last confession. And, I’m trying and barely succeeding at not feeling guilty about it. This, friends, is what constitutes “personal growth” for me, I think.
Life has been a bit of a whirlwind in the last month. A bit of personal news: I’ve gone back to work part-time! I’m back at my old stomping grounds working with young people who have aged out of the foster care system. This time, though, I get to focus on clients who are parenting to provide them with resources and support to break the generational cycle of CPS involvement. I’m equal parts excited and nervous to step back into my social work roots.
And, in connection with this new chapter, comes this week’s poem.
This is a poem I wrote several months ago. It was written for a few dear friends of mine and for myself. With the idea in mind that there are people and circumstances in life that often require we give so much of ourselves that we feel drained and empty on the other side. And once we’ve given all we have, it becomes clear we are no longer valuable and are; therefore, left behind. Feeling worthless or useless or both.
What I wanted to say with this poem is that there is more to us than what has been taken from us. And learning how to give to ourselves is something we must learn to do and practice doing, every day.
I posted this poem on the bulletin board behind my desk at work, as a reminder to myself and to my clients that no person is ever “empty”. I’m posting it here for the same reason.
Thanks for reading, friends.