Scissors

Mannerisms.
Facial expressions.
Habits.
Addictions.
Medical/Emotional/Mental illnesses.
Feelings.
Reactions/Responses.

Products of nature or nurture?
Probably both.

But I hope mostly nurture. Because that means change is possible.

So many things get passed down to the next generation(s). Sometimes new stuff enters and intermingles. Mixes. Blends with the junk that is already there. Or morphs into something worse – and reproduces.

Those things were probably never meant to be – noticed. Or even acknowledged. Certainly not questioned. Examined.

And repeated
       repeated
       repeated.

One thing resonates for me:
                             Disappointment.

I wasn’t good enough
           smart enough
           conscientious enough
           athletic enough
           school-spirited enough (or at all)
           family-oriented enough
           human enough.

An A- didn’t measure up to an A.

I didn’t measure up.

I still pick up on that feeling
               like a magnet
                    when I see
                            notice
                             sense
                                  criticism,
          whether it is directed toward me
               or someone else.

This path didn’t have to continue.
And it didn’t.

Through many sorrys
                     apologies
               and transformed behaviors
                                   this course was corrected
                                                         changed
                                                         healed. (Mostly.)

I still carry some of it. I still pass little bits of it on.

Sorry, Jeff.

Even though this course has changed,
     I can see some of the other lines
                                  other ripples
                                  other sources
             see the pattern continue in other ways
             see where it could lead
             see where it already has.

I am so proud of the choices
                            changes that have been made
                                      to go against the learned responses
                                      to be someone
                                              something else
                                      to do things differently.

But I know that doesn’t change the pattern entirely. Intended or not, remnants of it still exist.

I just want to take scissors to it.

And it hurts that I can’t.