I will continue to love and live. I will not look behind me. I will continue to look forward.
You give yourself your strength and you give yourself your power. Your power and strength is based on your ability to know yourself in every level, aspect, and perspective. As you grow yourself, you grow your strength and the more powerful you will become. Strength does not come in complacency so work on yourself daily, grow in your own shoes. Become yourself. The more of you that you become, the more power you will then see.
And so my self-awareness journey is great as I notice recurring patterns, in my actions and behavior, for when I can feel myself falling back into unhealthy ways of coping. I know when things aren’t going so well and need to take a step back. That time has come. It’s time I motivate myself to stand up, breathe, and take a break. As I would usually go into hiding at this stage, I won’t. I will declare that I can do this. I can get past this. I can and I will. I won’t give up and I will take care of myself. Even though I can see all the peoples faces staring at my struggle, not understanding the fears and pain that I face, I will care for myself above all. I will see myself as valid and dismiss any negative energy pushing me away from being better. I can. I can do this.
Note 8: Money seems to be the motivation for people being in specific situations or having certain jobs. Money seems to be the reason why people do things to others (good or bad), but since having been employed for around 2 months now, I noticed that money doesn’t motivate me. Deciding to be happy and stable emotionally, mentally, and physically is more important and if the job im doing isn’t doing that then its time to move on and do something thats better for me no matter how good I might be getting paid. After graduating I noticed that I never put myself first, I always put my studies over my own well being but that stops now and forever. If I see that something isn’t helping me improve or aid in the growth of my positive self-image I need to move on.
She is becoming and no one can stop her progress. She is transforming, becoming something more than she ever imagined. Like the butterfly, she built her cocoon, but before anyone could realize how long shes been away, she broke out, starting from her mind, her old ways shedding like a snake’s scales, away and left like old news. She is becoming. She has made herself into something great. From the scars of her psyche, to the bruises pounding her heart, she made it. Althought she wanted to sit and enjoy the evergreens of complacency, she got up, and there she started her process…of becoming.
I saw myself change in a matter of a year. The transformation drastic. I can recognize who I am now, when before it was blurry. With the change came progress and opportunities. With opportunities came decisions. As I sit between my past and my future, I can’t help to see the beauty in the collision between the darkness and the light. I still have what I was in me, but as I grow farther from it, I see the lesson, and that lesson is the mist. The light is waiting to take over the rest.
How do I explain to a person that shows this much compassion that she is gold and worthy of more than this life itself?
That her deeds she feels goes unnoticed are the core value that instilled a generation of activism and empowerment.
That the tears that fall from her eyes are caught and kept locked away as a means of rebellion and ammunition for the fight that reveals the power we have as women.
That the burden she carries on her back I’ve extended my shoulders to carry as a napsack, as I give her fresh water to drink from.
I wash her feet with my thanks, I embrace her with my gratitude, yet it’s still not enough to cover all of the sweat that falls from her head being the mother that she is and always has been.
Her superwoman tendencies, her all or nothing mindset, she told me it’s all she knows how to be, and I said that’s all she has to be.
Her work is astounding, her effort phenomenal, and still all I’ve said and words still can’t explain the sweat that falls from her head being the mother that she is and always has been.
And people don’t know the importance of a mother, that her work, every generation she carries to raise and to nuture, to feed from her breast the milk of empathy, love, acceptance and power, that she has provided ten fold all that a mother can provide without an ounce of complaint.
She is the reason that I write and I’m learning to love every ounce of myself because if I’m anything, an onunce of what she is, I would be able to do and say, speak for all of my fellow women, that we are all powerful and able in everything because we decend from the mothers we came from.
So mom, with saying so much and not nearly enough, I owe you many thanks and all that I have in me, Happy super woman day because you are the epitome of greatness and if I’m lucky, I can be just like you when I grow up.
Continue with your courage and your bravery, to live as such an example that you are.
With all of me,