I am growing-organically. Strangers who are my book readers love me. People who knew me have grown so nasty and cold like this Northeast weather.
It has all come full circle. I felt it last night as I relived the words, “you are meaningless.” In the past week, I have been called pathetic, a dreamer, and a loser to name a few.
The best thing in the world is knowing I am not. Sticks and stones.
Does it suck to lose almost everything? Yes, but in the end, you see who was real and who was a facade.
People call it growing pains. I call it growing gains.