I am at a place where my past experiences are starting to make sense. Every person I’ve met, every meaningful conversation I’ve had, has taught me what I need to know at this moment of my life. My life is pretty glorious at the moment but it hasn’t always been. I’m very busy but I’m living each day in my own skin, as myself. I’m here, now.
I realized that much of what I’ve been running from may actually be the key to what I have to offer this world. I’ve been fat. I’ve been skinny (for me). I know that neither makes you happy or unhappy. You can be any size and comfortable in your own skin but it requires being brave enough to face reality, whatever it entails. I am a little baffled by how few people do this but encouraged by those rare souls who do. They are out there and I have met them.
I have an identify that is not defined by the clothes I wear, money I make or job I do. I found my “self” and she is pretty freaking cool. There is a voice that says it’s not okay to think that about her but it’s getting quieter. I believe every single person’s true self is pretty freaking awesome, it’s just that not everyone has the guts to be authentic. I can’t help everyone and I can’t free everyone but my hope is that by living my life the way I do, somebody else is given hope the same is possible for them. It is! I promise it is!
I don’t know exactly where I’m going and that’s ok. I’m grateful for the friendly, funny cab driver that brought me to the airport today. I’m grateful for the airport personnel who took my baggage and chatted with me for a bit with a smile. I’m grateful to be able to be present, not frantic, even when I have a lot to do.
From my heart to yours,
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