10 years ago, I wore a mask. Ask me how I was, and I would say I’m doing alright/ok, not good or great. I faced an internal battle of disappointment and resentment of the life I was living and the man I chose to marry. Living in a world of control and manipulation left me feeling I had no options, had low self-esteem, and lacked confidence. Spring ahead ten years, and through tribulations, heartache, and a tragedy, I have learned to love the women who I have become. I enjoy God’s beauty in this world. I no longer live in shame and guilt. It took two years of therapy, coaching, love, friends, and support to see the women God created me to be. God has forgiven me for my sins and has never left my side. I am not afraid to fall, and I care less about what others have to say (still a work in progress). I make my own decision. I have people who hold me accountable and provide guidance and a listening ear. I appreciate every moment with my children, and they test me. They are the true gage as to whether I can identify/name and take action against old behaviors and habits.
I had a video meeting earlier today, the camera was on (as I was waiting for the person at the other end), and I saw my reflection. I say happiness, lightness, determination, control, power, expectation, me. Loving me and my journey.
