I was going to write about my seasons. I was going to pick apart each year of my life. I was going to talk about my evolution. I had it all planned out.
I started writing, but it didn’t gel. I gave it a few days and tried again, but not much had changed. You see, the problem wasn’t with me or with the words I chose, but that it wasn’t yet time for my story to be born. And that’s okay.
Every year on my birthday I grow older, but this is the first time I can say that I feel like a grown up. No,it’s not my birthday, but this epiphany has been a long time coming.
This year I told myself to be brave. I would grab whatever opportunities came my way. I would love like it was going out of style. I would put myself ‘out there’, whatever that means. I would immerse myself in all things new and make memories. I even have a soundtrack- Brave by Moriah Peters(a soundtrack just makes everything better, don’t you think?).
It’s amazing how much I’ve learned about myself while being brave. I’ve learned to say no. Not the waffling No of yesteryear, but a firm No. I used to be a Yes girl, in my desperate desire to be liked, and it got me nowhere fast. I’ve been liberated.
This is the time when I’m jealously guarding my heart. This means that I’m letting go of every person/thing that doesn’t add any value in my life.
I love God,and so I finally love myself.There’s never been a better version of me.