Sometimes the most valuable, life changing lessons and opportunities for growth come disguised in the ugliest of packages.
Love is not a limited resource. You can have many different kinds of love, with different people. One is not better or worse, the dynamic is always unique in its own way.
When we are out of integrity with how we behave and how we allow people to treat us, we breach our alignment. It is in this space where resentment, anger and even the chipping away of self-esteem occurs.
In your thirties, you stop acting, and just start being. That insecurity that so badly tries to receive approval and validation fades into a quiet confidence.
I would rather fall a thousand times in my attempt to achieve greatness than to walk unscathed on the road of mediocrity.
Don’t let someone who never had the intention or openness to receive your love harm your spirit. Someone else’s inability to see your essence does not make you any less lovable.
To the women reading this piece, the next time your inner self-critic takes over when you’re looking in the mirror, I challenge you to stop the negative dialogue about your looks. I encourage you to instead of obsessing over how to become prettier, you ask yourself how you can feed your inner beauty.
In the end, our lives are a sum of our stories – the stories we live, the stories we believe and the stories we leave behind with others. Make yours worth reading.
The media does a grand job of reinforcing this culture and perception of “lack of”, and if you throw some daddy issues into the mix, you end up with girls who have some serious self-worth and identity issues.
If I could tell my younger self, and even the woman today who often forgets, I would tell her, “love yourself more, and the rest will fall into place.”
While I cannot change my childhood, my upbringing and my history, I can change my reaction to it. The memories of events may stay the same, but my internalization of such events don’t have to.