Recreating Gemma

Recreating Gemma

Gemma

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Gemma wanted to be loved. More than anything, she wanted that. It seemed such a long time since she had felt wholly, genuinely loved. Time and again, dates came and went with no call and no second date. She perched on the couch with her teacup in hand, wondering why her love life was such a failed mission.

 

She flipped  through the pages of Ms. Magazine, O, and Modern Bride, lamenting to her, I’ve read and reread every self-help self-improvement article in existence. I’ve taken all the quizzes on what to do and what not to do. My friends tell me to change, to try something different, and to try everything from relocation to aromatherapy! What’s a woman to do?

 

Gemma had begun with Fung Shui in her apartment and ended with each date leaving her cold. Suddenly, it hit her. I never reinvented myself! I never recreated my battered, bloodied heart! I never mended me. I never became a welcoming, loving person. I let my last relationship define me! What an epiphany!

 

Finally, she took the time to treat herself well and learn to forgive again. With every step, her heart softened and healed. She had forgotten how forgiveness of others could bind and strengthen her own wounded soul. She hadn’t realized how bitter, hard, and cold she had become. Wow, she thought, even I didn’t like me.

 

Months passed in a blur though she etched every moment into memory. She took slow, methodical steps and had arrived back at her true self, with one suitor who meant the world to her. Gemma smiled, realizing, all I had to do was recreate myself.

 

By Wildfire8470

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Daily Post:  Recreate

4 thoughts on “Recreating Gemma

  1. “Re-creation” is such an interesting concept. I’d like to tinker with it in my own writing.

    At what point does reinvention become recreation? At what point does altering one’s self become a “fun” distraction? At what point does it become a problem?

    • Thanks Pete, I feel bad that I haven’t been able to come around to read. I’ll make time. Overwhelming family obligations. I feel like I’ve missed so much.

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