"It takes strength to be kind"

Holy. Crap. 
Did I need to hear that yesterday. 

This whole weekend I spent being angry and remorseful. 
A lot of people from my pas have decided to come back and to voice their opinions on my lifestyle. 

You suddenly want to decide the way I live is wrong... 
excuse me? 


Where were you when I had a drug problem? 
Where were you when I would be in fist fights on a daily basis? 
Where were you when I would have weekends where I didn't know where I was or who I was dancing with... only the drink in my hand? 


Course that's a perfectly acceptable lifestyle, because that's the same one you had, and your friends, and everyone else around us. 

But now that I decide I want something more from life it's suddenly not normal, or okay. 

Sister Moriarty from the devotional yesterday said "it takes strength to be kind." Lord knows I need strength to be kind to the people around me and the people from my past. If it wasn't for an intense sense of self will I probably would've already shredded people out here in Utah and decided to fly to New Jersey and whoop some butts... 

But it's okay. 
Keep Calm.