The old story tells me I can't achieve my goals and also be well-rested. The old story tells me there must be sacrifice. As someone who tends to listen for what others need so as to feel valued and important by providing it, it's automatic that the sacrifice comes in the form of self. So when I see a blank space on my calendar I take that to mean I'm available to assist others. Though am I really?
Dear Strong Woman, Back to zero. Juggling a lot at the moment, so much so that I almost let celebrating this pass on by. How often do we do that? Fail to give credit where credit is due because we’re just on to the next thing. Well there’s no “credit” due here, honey! Because as of yesterday morning, this girl officially paid off all her credit card debt!
Dear Strong Woman, Leave it to Brené. No, I have yet to watch her Netflix special, though everyone who has watched it has been posting those classic mic-drop quotes if here’s left and right, and to that I am grateful. I’ve been working on this particular post for a few days and was having trouble with the “What for?” component. As in...what is the point I am trying to make with this spotlight on my messy parts? The irony of this quote of hers doesn’t go unnoticed.
Dear Strong Woman, You teach others how to treat you. Overwhelming gratitude for some new friendships in my life. I’m in awe of the depths to which we’ve gone in a few short months, and am currently ruminating in this glorious feeling of being seen, heard, and welcomed as ME and all that comes with that. The mess. The dreams. The dog photos. All of it. This. More this.