Strength Is Built in Moments of Weakness

I have been feeling lately like I need to say out loud that despite my blogging, introspective Instagram posts, journalling, reading, mediating and listening to podcasts I AM STILL SUCH A WORK IN PROGRESS!!!
When I realize this I feel many things.  Frustration at not being "there" yet, where ever THAT is.  Relief at being able to admit it out loud and to let it sink in, to wonder at where life and the universe is going to guide me to next. And I feel joy at being able to share these thoughts, feelings and experiences with the incredible people who I am grateful to have in my life.
I do believe that it is in moments like these, moments of doubt, uncertainty and perceived weakness that we gain the most strength. It takes strength and resilience to face down that inner voice of self doubt and reprimand.  And all of the questions that come with it.
I wanted to share this with you as I feel like so often we read inspirational messages and automatically assume that the writer has figured it all out.  I would not feel comfortable or authentic putting that message out as it simply is not true.
Instead, if you see me as anything, see me as an explorer just like you are.  Someone who is discovering on a daily basis how vast and incredible the universe's power is.  How changeable and unpredictable life can be.  And someone who is just trying to put it all together in a way that I can feel at peace with.

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