Today they tore down the walls (and ceiling) of my kitchen (which may not seem like a good thing, but it is). I have to admit, it's a little chilly and there is a chlorine-like odor lingering around my apartment. Ugh. But, if I step back, I realize that this was a necessary thing. Plus, they were already weak and therefore would have fallen down eventually anyways.
"Why share this on a blog?" you might ask. How is this relevant? Well, we all put walls up around us that need to torn down. Walls that we put up so that no one can see who we truly are...so no one can see inside. We put these walls us for our own protection, or so we think. And we try to hide behind our walls. What if we tore down those walls? What if I showed you exactly who I was inside? Do I hide b/c I'm afraid of what others will think of real me? I truly believe that the world would be a more honest, genuine place if we all tore down our walls. It might us a little nervous. There might even be a new, no-so-great odor in the air. But as the saying goes: honesty is the best policy. Do you believe this? If so, will join me in living it?
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