Dear Me Day 78
Day 78/365
I had to give myself a reminder today that this is MY journey. This is my path to walk, and I have to do this my way. There is no one route to healing. There is no one route to wholeness.
This project is part of my path, it's part of what's working for me. And it may seem sometimes as though I'm stuck somewhere obvious on that path, stuck at an obstacle that seem so simple to someone else-- there is nothing wrong with being stuck. No one said this was easy.
I have put off "fixing" myself for years and some of the pieces that I'm sorting through are there because of damage that has sunk deep in my soul. Those pieces don't lift out quickly, or easily. Sometimes it takes multiple brushstrokes to make a single visible mark.
The life I'm creating now is mine, pure and simple. And while I can be guided and supported and advised along the way... the actual creation of it should be done only by my hands.
In the end... it's my hand that holds the brush. Because in the end, I'm the one who will live with the final work that's created. This is my masterpiece and it's mine to create.
Dear Me Day 78
Day 78/365
I had to give myself a reminder today that this is MY journey. This is my path to walk, and I have to do this my way. There is no one route to healing. There is no one route to wholeness.
This project is part of my path, it's part of what's working for me. And it may seem sometimes as though I'm stuck somewhere obvious on that path, stuck at an obstacle that seem so simple to someone else-- there is nothing wrong with being stuck. No one said this was easy.
I have put off "fixing" myself for years and some of the pieces that I'm sorting through are there because of damage that has sunk deep in my soul. Those pieces don't lift out quickly, or easily. Sometimes it takes multiple brushstrokes to make a single visible mark.
The life I'm creating now is mine, pure and simple. And while I can be guided and supported and advised along the way... the actual creation of it should be done only by my hands.
In the end... it's my hand that holds the brush. Because in the end, I'm the one who will live with the final work that's created. This is my masterpiece and it's mine to create.