RT @bobgoff: Most of the things I was afraid of never happened.
goodbye september... despite a few crooked eyelashes and a bit of bloating- you treated us well!
I will water my own garden.
I will harvest my own land.
I am willing and able to bloom where I am.
27 july 2018
Beauty in confinement. Freedom where I am. Journaling out loud again.
I’ve travelled and seen a lot... I’ve met great people. Had multiple interviews. Appeared on tv shows and commercials. But honestly- that’s not real life. And a lot of times the mountaintop experiences can be more blinding than anything else. There’s no greater lesson I’ve learned than to sit still and listen. Wait. And grow. Watching what happens in a humble moment. Being teachable and stretchable. Being strong enough to ‘fail’ for god. To fail trying to live up to MY own expectations. Letting my path be made straight by laying down what I think is right all that time. That’s a real accomplishment. 😩😩 Today and tomorrow and the next day - I’m really hoping you get more out of this than a sweet graphic and a caption - may you choose to thrive where you are because you’ll reap every bit of the joy.
I really like this “journaling out loud” thing. Are you feeling this as much as I am? 👍🏽👎🏻
All I’ve learned—
Yes, all I know
Is that I’m holding fast to my slow and steady growth.
27 July 2018
There’s no denying that I’m a thinker...
But this weekend was different for me. I’ve had a lot of flashbacks of my childhood the last couple of days. I remember sometimes feeling forgotten.. confused and left in the dark. I’m sure we’ve all felt that way sometimes. I know I’m always processing my past... even now as a full grown woman I’m still growing and sorting through so many stories I hadn’t had the maturity to file until now. I’m grateful for my little pieced-together heart that’s been changed by grace and forgiveness. I also wonder how everyone else processes. Talking it out? Meditating?? How do you process your life stories?