A Splash of Tonic
|Posted on March 15, 2018 at 8:20 PM|
Someone asked me who I'd want to meet on a park bench and talk with for an hour. It had to be someone who was deceased. What would I say to that person? After thinking about it, I would choose to meet my adolescent self. "But, Jodi," you say. "You're still alive. You're not doing this right." I beg to differ. The person sitting on the bench is dead. Young girl aspirations derailed by real and imagined fears. Lack of confidence. Doubt. I would take her in my arms and hold her. "You are enough, " I would whisper in her ear. "You can do whatever you set your mind to. I believe in you. You're smarter than you think you are. Believe in yourself." I'm sure she would roll her eyes and pull away. But just maybe the butterfly wings of self assurance would begin to beat inside her soul, preventing the inner darkness from creeping in and smothering her.