Hello Gorgeous
Today's reflection delves into the profound revelation that
whispers to us when we are ready to listen, a gentle call from the depths of
our being that says, "It's time." As I pen down these words, I'm
reminded of a journal entry that resonated deeply with the essence of this
awakening:
"A part of your calling, of your purpose, is beginning
to tell you that you're ready. You couldn't focus on your gifts before because
you were too busy trying to stabilize the ship. Rightfully so. There's been a
ton of noise and confusion in your life, but now… Balance is being offered to
you. Making room for the greater good of what was always meant to be of you.
Embrace your strengths, create something beautiful from your flaws."
These words spoke volumes to me, echoing the truth I had
been living. For so long, I put aside my desires, my purpose, because survival
was the anthem of my days. The cacophony of responsibilities drowned out the
melodies of my gifts, and I found solace in just making it through each day.
How many times have we sacrificed our dreams, our
well-being, for the sake of others? Too often, the answer is the painful truth
we seldom acknowledge. I, too, was last on my list, tending to my needs only
when my body screamed for attention. Illness became the catalyst for self-care,
a wake-up call that I couldn't ignore any longer.
The journey to embracing my purpose began with an honest
realization – I didn't want to get better. My choices were a shield, a way to
hide from the world and myself. I hid behind my weight, punishing myself and
letting insecurities fester. But the more I indulged in destructive habits, the
more I realized I wasn't escaping; I was being pursued by the very things I
sought to elude.
I’m Choosing Me
Now, in the raw honesty of this moment, I choose me. I
choose health, love, and self-care. It's a decision rooted in the understanding
that I deserve every bit of goodness life has to offer. No longer am I held
captive by the patterns of the past, the coping mechanisms that once seemed
necessary.
Exercise, once a begrudging task, has become a dance of
self-love. Weights, once abandoned, are now embraced as a symbol of strength.
The escape of wine and liquor has transformed into the embrace of my emotions,
facing them head-on rather than running away.
In choosing me, I've dismantled the fortress of regret that
greeted me each morning. I've realized that true escape lies not in avoidance
but in acceptance, in the beautiful journey of self-discovery and healing.
Today, I encourage you to join me on this path of self-love.
Hear the whispers of your purpose, embrace your strengths, and craft something
beautiful from your flaws. The balance you seek is within reach, waiting for
you to acknowledge that you are deserving of a life filled with love, joy, and
the pursuit of your deepest passions.
With love and courage,
me
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