Dear Me Day 59
Day 59/365
I picked up this Phoenix pendant at Hobby Lobby hesitantly. It's not one I would probably wear because it's fairly small by my standards.. and I thought the way it was molded it almost looks like it's lost its wings.
But tonight as I was reflecting on the last few weeks (again), I went digging through my project box and found this Butterfly cutout. And as I was shuffling I happened to place the pendant on top of the cutout and realized how appropriate the fused image really was.
Mythologically speaking, the Phoenix is a symbol of rebirth and renewal. And although I've never really ascribed to the notion of a "spirit animal," I can't help but relate to that.
For years, I regretted being damaged. Being wounded. Being all of the darker parts of myself that I feared would never fade away. But in truth, though I am still very much a work in progress-- I have risen from those ashes. Again, and again, and again-- as mentioned a few days ago.
And yes, I am damaged. But that is not all I am. And more importantly, because I AM damaged-- I'm something much more important: A survivor.
I have survived. And I will continue to survive everything that is thrown at me because I know I can. I don't simply believe it, I KNOW it.
Dear Me Day 59
Day 59/365
I picked up this Phoenix pendant at Hobby Lobby hesitantly. It's not one I would probably wear because it's fairly small by my standards.. and I thought the way it was molded it almost looks like it's lost its wings.
But tonight as I was reflecting on the last few weeks (again), I went digging through my project box and found this Butterfly cutout. And as I was shuffling I happened to place the pendant on top of the cutout and realized how appropriate the fused image really was.
Mythologically speaking, the Phoenix is a symbol of rebirth and renewal. And although I've never really ascribed to the notion of a "spirit animal," I can't help but relate to that.
For years, I regretted being damaged. Being wounded. Being all of the darker parts of myself that I feared would never fade away. But in truth, though I am still very much a work in progress-- I have risen from those ashes. Again, and again, and again-- as mentioned a few days ago.
And yes, I am damaged. But that is not all I am. And more importantly, because I AM damaged-- I'm something much more important: A survivor.
I have survived. And I will continue to survive everything that is thrown at me because I know I can. I don't simply believe it, I KNOW it.