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you do not even know how much the story you are scared to tell could help someone else out of their own isolated hell.
repeat after me; i am worthy of being here today exactly as i want to be. i do not need to change or mold myself just to make other people comfortable with me.
i want to come out of this as someone that i do not recognize. finally taking off this disguise. because i am no longer afraid of being my true self for not only me but everyone else.
healing deep wounds is not a matter of time and forgetfulness. it is accepting that those wounds have shaped the story you now carry. and oh what a beautiful story you have turned this pain into.
they may be walking down the aisle. they may be welcoming tiny new feet into their home. they may be making big purchases. they may be anything but alone. they may seem like they have their life fully together. they may seem like their list is full of check marks. but do not feel like you have to accomplish everything from a list that does not even fit what you want. do not feel like you have to answer the “when are you going to do it?” remarks.
today has the chance to be a beautiful fresh start. put on a new pair of sheets. wipe the counters clean. today is your new beginning. a chance to reset yourself for a tomorrow you will not dread.
a lot has changed since we last met. you would not even recognize me now. and i am so proud of that.
it is ok to be a little selfish. it is your life. do not forget that part.
some people can not handle the positive growth you are making. because it requires them to leave a comfort zone they have had with you for so long. it requires them realizing that you are no longer who you used to be and they do not really have anything in common with you now except past memories.
and as for today? maybe this is not where you pictured yourself. maybe you think you are so far from where you want to go. just know that life is always a journey, even when you get to your goal.
i am learning how to love my life for its seasons. not wish for my seasons to change faster or before it is time.
it is much more fulfilling to create something brand new, than copy and paste what others do.
you have so many days left here. so many to see through. so many to get to. so many to enjoy. so many to hate. but those days are all stories to tell one day.
i love that now instead of asking my favorite color you ask me what i have for dreams. and instead of calling me crazy, you chase them with me.
what is the rush? why hurry through life? fill agendas quickly that do not even feel right. what is the rush? there is so much to stop and see along the way. who cares if you do not check off the list in the same order, or in the same time frame.
