Within a two day span, I had several of you my dear readers look me straight in the eye and tell me that you had read and gotten something from my last post. And this is what I noted after I thanked you for reading; I’m being read. I am handing out how I feel and what I think with no expectations about how many are reading or if it’s making a difference. But you are and I am. And that feels strangely like an awakening.
I can and have spent a lot of time fretting about fulfilling a purpose and you just told me I was. I have put myself through such existential wringers while silently I impacted the world in the slightest kindest ways. And I paid no attention to the fact that I have said so much that my body of work probably speaks for itself. Because I didn’t give myself credit for much of anything. Anxiety feeds low self-esteem and around and around again.
It dawned on me that perhaps I need to spend some time intentionally getting to know myself. That I’ve been telling myself who I am but I just haven’t been paying as much attention as I should have. Bad parenting I guess. They say you already have everything you need to know inside you, it’s just a matter of listening. So I’m thinking I’m going to take the opportunity to get to know myself a little better.
And I just might make a new friend.
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Excellent! I am so glad that you are getting feedback. I’m not always so vocal, as I have been gathering myself for another spring, sitting below the surface waiting for that invisible signal to grow and bloom again. We are ever evolving, so taking inventory and meetings ourselves again is crucial. Thank you, wonderful friend.
For some reason WordPress is not allowing me to like posts at the moment, but I wanted to let you know you are one of the few blogs I actually read.