The Right.

What's today about? The right.

Left or right? Right or wrong? Having the right? Which "right"? Regardless of my uncertainty, I held "the right" in front if me.

I went through my day with "the right" not knowing but at least thinking I was heading in "the right" direction. It wasn't until 8pm that I realized - it wasn't about right or wrong; it wasn't about having a right. It was about BEING right.

"You are "the right" and it took you all day to figure it out."

Yes, yes it did, and yet my figuring wasn't finished yet. I got home and went in my room to get some cleaning done. As I looked around at the clutter to see what I could organize next, I spotted the tiara on my hope chest from my 18th birthday.

"Put it on."

Hesitating, I start putting some stuff away still eyeing it. (Keep in mind, I've really only wore it once.)

"Just put the thing on."

So I opened it's plastic case and took the tiara out, went to my full length mirror and put it on my head.

"You are "the right"."

Looking away from mirror, my eyes began to water. You can tell me most anything and it doesn't phase me, but put a crown on my head and tears are right there to greet it. I continued to do what I had been, tiara and all.

The thing I once longed for became a mockery to me. It became the symbol of what I felt I could never become. It became a symbol of all that I could not achieve. Instead of seeing the beauty it resembled I saw the faults of myself. Instead of seeing "the right" I saw the wrong all along.

"Are you getting used to it yet?"

"A little..."

"You can take it off now."

"I'll leave it on...."

That, was the right answer. It was the right answer to a statement. It was the right answer to the hidden, unasked question. It was right because I was right; because I am right; because I am "the right". It's my job now to see the right in who, what, and where; in and outside of my circumstances. It is my job to be "the right" no matter what. I have two words for you:

Challenge. Accepted.