It isn't all about bubble baths and spa dates
I took a hiatus from writing. Life happens and I am definitely not immune. Especially when it comes to learning much needed lessons.
Still in the midst of it, I've discovered that I gave away way too much of my power. I often dimmed my light for fear of being too much. Too loud. Too problematic. Too outspoken. Too much like myself.
Because if you're too much how will you get married? (in my case re-married) how will you fit in? How would others like you? How will you get along with co-workers?
We forget that it's the troublemakers that steer change. Those who didn't care that they were too much.
So now I'm me. Still passionate, vulnerable, sensitive, strong and plethora of other fabulous things but only to those who reciprocate an energy that resonates with me. My soul knows a lot more than I give her credit for and I've learned this by trial and error and ignoring my intuition.
Part of self-love that many don't mention is calling yourself out on your own bs, lovingly accepting your flaws and being gracious to yourself while growing. And sometimes, actually often times, the clock will reset every damn day and you'll be called to drudge through the heartache, pain and doubts and if you're fortune you'll be granted the grace to do this by rising through whatever caused the ashes in your life.
Healing isn't linear and that's okay.
Still in the midst of it, I've discovered that I gave away way too much of my power. I often dimmed my light for fear of being too much. Too loud. Too problematic. Too outspoken. Too much like myself.
Because if you're too much how will you get married? (in my case re-married) how will you fit in? How would others like you? How will you get along with co-workers?
We forget that it's the troublemakers that steer change. Those who didn't care that they were too much.
So now I'm me. Still passionate, vulnerable, sensitive, strong and plethora of other fabulous things but only to those who reciprocate an energy that resonates with me. My soul knows a lot more than I give her credit for and I've learned this by trial and error and ignoring my intuition.
Part of self-love that many don't mention is calling yourself out on your own bs, lovingly accepting your flaws and being gracious to yourself while growing. And sometimes, actually often times, the clock will reset every damn day and you'll be called to drudge through the heartache, pain and doubts and if you're fortune you'll be granted the grace to do this by rising through whatever caused the ashes in your life.
Healing isn't linear and that's okay.
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