Reflections on what moves and touches me
The older I get, the better I get to know myself. Funny enough, the more I get to know me, the more I like me.
And from liking me, accepting me, I can let go. No more judging every action, every thought, every emotion. They’re all part of who I am, nothing more, nothing less. That includes the judging!
Acceptance, letting go and letting in.
The more I let go of me, the better I can see others. Really see them. It’s so nice….addictive even. “Let’s do it again.” 🙂
Beautiful!
You only are free when you realize you belong no place – you belong every place – no place at all.
Reading that quote from Maya Angelou hits home. I feel such relief, such freedom! Accepting this, starting from here, I can do whatever, go wherever I choose, be whomever I want to be. I can be me.
A me that doesn’t adapt herself to fit in, a me that doesn’t please, doesn’t diminish herself and doesn’t put herself in center position just to belong.
Yes, it can be nice to be part of a large family and it sure is fun to have a group of friends to hang out with. I’ve spent so many times feeling insecure, “sensing” which behaviour was acceptable, even when I lived my live with the belief that I didn’t try to fit in. I did.
So, new me. On my own. Engaging with the world as a singleton. Accepting me for who I am (and others for who they are). It’s liberating. It’s scary. And it’s going to be fun!😅