I know that there are different parts of me,

One part that loves to be the hero and get all the attention for being the smartest one in the room

Another part that loves being a extrovert and talking to people

Another part that hates people and would love to be hermit

Another part that thinks though a billion different scenarios

Just to name a few, but the part I want to write about it the part I stumbled across the other day in counseling. The part of me that feels like a failure, like the little fat kid that never gets it right. (Ara likened him to Charlie Brown). It feels right to say that this part of me is afraid of death if I were to get this weight loss eating thing down. I know it not a logical question, I know my family will still love me, my fiends still respect me, I will still be a great interim pastor, I know I would never be perfect, but what would it mean to kill Charlie Brown? Who would I be, or rather how would I feel about me? In this moment I am at a loss to feel the answer to that question I can only apply my logic to it….. Not helpful………