Vulnerability is Cool.
Everyone has a past.
I believe that are very few people, if any, that would consent to a public screening of their entire lives.
This is why I see such beauty in expression. I believe there is a profound strength in vulnerability.
I get to choose.
If I was challenged myself to define power in one word, the word that comes to mind is: choice.
I underwent years of therapy as a child, primarily for reasons pertaining to ones I will not share in this particular post.
However, the greatest lesson I learned as a collective was this: In the end, I decide.
Lesson 1: the first step to recovery is this: consciously choosing to move towards being well.
Choosing, unveils our true desires which can give us a mixture of emotions, right? Lesson 2: Although at times it can be uncomfortable to choose, coming to a decision is necessary for us to do.
Perfection does not exist
Everyday I discover new things about myself.
Every morning I relearn how to listen, press forward, and love my process without conviction.
Some days I am overwhelmed with life
other days I am nothing less than a conqueror.
Some days I feel agitated
other times I feel one with the breeze.
Some days I am vastly in love with myself
other days I need a gentle reminder.
Some days I’m an extrovert
and other times I choose to live in my mind.
Lesson 3: Gentle reminders
I live in reality. Things happen. Circumstances occur.
I am a real person.
I have real feelings. They matter.
I go through real experiences and every side of me is okay.