I have this week been called brave, not a word I ever considered myself to emulate. The woman was right, I am brave. I fight for my beliefs, for my kids, for love, for each and every day. I have fought out of abuse, out of poverty, and out of heartbreak.
As all my fractures in my soul heal and I find myself more each day, I am learning to love the me again, not based on the admiration of others, but a genuine belief that I am "one of the good ones." The world is full of hateful people, I am not one of them.
I am loving the sun, the outside, and watching my kids grow so fast. That is bittersweet, but I absolutely love it.
Back to where I was. I have spent a lot of my life feeling like the runner up. Being the fallback girl for a few fellas over the years. Oh how I still love them dearly, and hold no grudge as they were never anything but kind to me.
Now, I battle the unknown competitors. Or have been bypassed for the right reasons. I used to play what if games and wonder where people are. I have committed to stop. They have left my universe for a reason and moving forward is what I must do. Healing is a struggle and a wonderful thing all at once. If the universe brings people back to me, then so be it.
I am embracing me. Love me, don't. That is not within my control. What I do know is that I am worthy of love, devotion and admiration. I am strong, wild, driven, kind and soft.
Beloveds, embrace all your growth, the good, the bad, the history, and the future. For now is a time of change. A time to leave the past behind, heal and move into a new and vibrant era!
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