you're so hard on yourself. take a moment. sit back. marvel at your life: at the grief that softened you, at the heartache that wisened you, at the suffering that strengthened you. despite everything, you still grow. be proud of this.
I was a shy kid, an awkward teenager, an under confident young man, and now, at 46 years old, I'm the happiest I've ever been. Why? Because I've found the confidence to express myself, to achieve my potential as a human being, to taste self-actualisation, to break free from stifling negativity, to share time and space with good people, and to choose life-enriching experiences over materialism and societal expectations. Life is not easy, it's not supposed to be. You are going to
And he said to me, My grace suffices thee; for [my] power is perfected in weakness. Most gladly therefore will I rather boast in my weaknesses, that the power of the Christ may dwell upon me2 Corinthians 12:9
That's lovely. In my book now its handling archetypes - one that women try and emulate being 'the great healer'. That we cannot be any archetype continuously, only the archetype is constant as it's an ideal. That it's not achievable by humans to constantly be an archetype. I liked it. I thought of you and the pressure you put on yourself. Don't know if you still do. I do sometimes.