i'm trying to write again. Scratch that, I'm starting to write again. And to feel like myself. So here I am.
Today I am thinking of Impostor Syndrome, and my strengths and weaknesses, and allowing myself to feel like crying every time I read/hear something about self-worth or about passion and pursuing your dreams.
Nobody belongs here more than you.
I read that today and I'm going to focus on it. Both sides--I belong here, and everyone else belongs here. Even playing field.
I think I'm ready to dream again. And even if I'm not, God's ready for me to and we're moving whether I like it or not, so I mitaswhale get on board.
....i might just add to this post as the day goes on...
It's so hard to be alive. Like, really honestly livingbreathingfeelingvulnerablechasing ALIVE. Not just living. It's painful. I'm opening myself up today, tentatively, and with each opening comes a little pain, a little quickening of the blood. A little hesitation, and then the choice to stay open and alive.
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