Why do make mistakes over and over again? Is it because in some odd twisted way we let our mistakes define who we are? So much so that we can't let them go because we don't know what we will be without them?
I am reminded of something that someone told me once... "You have to take that step into the darkness and then the lights will come on." Often that step seems like a giant leap into space, in which we can get swallowed up the great unknown.
Are we willing to take that step and shed our off-color skin to become who we know we can? To become who we really desire to be?
