You know, sometimes you just need to be reminded that you are, indeed, “the bom”
(this lovely sentiment courtesy of a colleague’s nine-year-old daughter)
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Itching to find my groove, my nitch, a “thing” to call my own. It’s been such a struggle, and every answer I thought I found was okay… but not quite right. What I figured fit me well… didn’t. What seemed logical for me… wasn’t. But I have been floored by what appears to be a truth I had dismissed long ago: it was impractical, I thought, and ill-fitting, and not what I (let alone anyone else) saw for me. I’m relearning to pay attention, to tune in to myself and observe, and it’s been a bit of a revelation: now I see it is so practical, and it fits perfectly…
And I was wrong. Everyone who has loved and cared for me saw it all along; I just couldn’t — wouldn’t — see myself they way they did.
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