You know, I feel like I do a lot of reflecting and contemplating here. Which is good. It's therapeutic, very important, and exactly why I set this place up. But as I contemplate the world around me and work to address the things that bother me, I start to worry about the impression of myself I'm giving.
I mean, don’t get me wrong, this is a very accurate portrayal of who I am. These words come from a very personal spot in my heart/head/soul. But at the same time it's only one part of me and I want to make sure YOU (my hypothetical audience) understand that.
For instance, I want to make sure you guys know that I'm happy. Like LEGIT happy. Not stress free, not totally content, not completely confident or self-assured or courageous. But happy.
And maybe it seems a little fake or put on if you have to try and convince someone you’re happy. What's that old quote? "Being powerful is like being a lady. If you have to tell people you are, you're not.” And I get that. It resonates truth.
So maybe I should just shut up and let my stories speak for themselves.
Just know that the struggle, the mulling, and pondering; the stress, anxiety, fear, pain, and confusion... It's all worth it to me.
Because I also get laughter, love, peace. Feeling accomplished, being of service, connected and happy.
Yeah, it's so worth it. I'm happy to be alive.
Maybe that makes me sound Pollyannaish or trite, but I honestly don't care because I know it comes from a place of deep sincerity.
I'm not saying life isn't hard or that I’m happy 24/7. All I am tragically failing to say is that I'm kinda in love with this whole life thing, and I'm really just happy to be here.
I mean, don’t get me wrong, this is a very accurate portrayal of who I am. These words come from a very personal spot in my heart/head/soul. But at the same time it's only one part of me and I want to make sure YOU (my hypothetical audience) understand that.
For instance, I want to make sure you guys know that I'm happy. Like LEGIT happy. Not stress free, not totally content, not completely confident or self-assured or courageous. But happy.
And maybe it seems a little fake or put on if you have to try and convince someone you’re happy. What's that old quote? "Being powerful is like being a lady. If you have to tell people you are, you're not.” And I get that. It resonates truth.
So maybe I should just shut up and let my stories speak for themselves.
Just know that the struggle, the mulling, and pondering; the stress, anxiety, fear, pain, and confusion... It's all worth it to me.
Because I also get laughter, love, peace. Feeling accomplished, being of service, connected and happy.
Yeah, it's so worth it. I'm happy to be alive.
Maybe that makes me sound Pollyannaish or trite, but I honestly don't care because I know it comes from a place of deep sincerity.
I'm not saying life isn't hard or that I’m happy 24/7. All I am tragically failing to say is that I'm kinda in love with this whole life thing, and I'm really just happy to be here.
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