For once in my life, I feel secure.
This article, though short and not too noteworthy, was beautifully written.
Everything that I had ever felt about myself was envisioned by someone else and put into the perfect words.
Sometimes you understand yourself but cannot put it into words; either you feel it might be biased or untrue. Reading about your feelings or hearing it from someone else is so much more validating; there is a reassurance that stems from someone else who is able to relate to you, and so much more magic in it when they do not personally know you.
This was a pleasant surprise and I am glad I came across it.
This motivates me to keep going.
Here’s an excerpt:
“Of course, no matter how much she accomplishes in life, no matter how much love she gives, she keeps pushing herself further. She wants to do more. To be more. Because she knows she’s capable of more. She’s insecure, because she believes in her potential and she knows that she hasn’t reached it yet. She trusts that she’ll succeed, but wishes that she could see more progress. She wants to know that she’s on the right path. That her faith is justified. No one sees how terrified she is. No one notices that she’s struggling to stay strong. She looks like she has it all together, so friends don’t think she needs any reminders of how beautiful and talented she is. They stay quiet when she’s secretly screaming for their encouragement. When she needs someone to tell her she’s been doing her best and that her best is good enough.”
Why The Strongest Girls Feel Insecure All The Time
By Holly Riordan, Thought Catalog
Sabrina “Sabie” Salas , 7.9.16
Going to be godmother to this little, precious blessing.
If you know me, you know that I adore children. Children give me butterflies and my maternal instinct just fires up whenever I am in the presence of kids.
I am honored to be this angel’s godmother.
As fall approaches and “winter is coming”, it is only appropriate that I break out some of my favorite jazz, swing, and big band classics.
This music really sets the mood for the seasons.
You are like the hologram I dreamt up in the solstice of my mind.
Not being able to touch you as our love creates revolutions.
And, evolutions unfolding, your art blends onto my canvas with time.
We are two moons.
Solar masses of love.
Sacrificing light for a passionate night.
Surrendering to the shadows.
Surrounded by galloping stars.
Hanging celestially side by side.
Perfectly disrupting the balance of nature.
The waves may crash but we are still.
Be still, be still, be still.