I am the child I have always been. And yet… I’m not the girl I used to be. I live everyday better, so I am ever evolving into the woman I will one day be. I am constructing me.
My wants, my needs, my values… They’ve changed. My path veers in the night, just off to the right…
Last night, I saw a side of me that still needs work. I wish I held no judgment, but I do. I judged you. And I can’t say that I was wrong for doing so, and I can’t take it back because I still firmly believe in my impression of you. Dear God, I am sorry for this imperfection I hold. Help me be better. Help me to grow.
I am a work in progress. I am a construction zone.
On this trip that I am on, I will be tested, there’s no question. Some may see me. For those who do, I welcome you. I’ll be on my path, just right of you.
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Note: I wrote this post back on May 22nd of this year, alone in my room on my first night in Harbour Island, Bahamas. This picture was taken earlier that day with the group of women I had just met at the private jet airport in Miami moments before takeoff and before my nightmare that was Hell Island.
That’s me at the top of the stairs sharing my PEACE (ironic and yet, not at all)! For those who remember, I did not fly home on this plane, nor with this group. Below: solo, commercial…
ME. May 25, 2014.
Together in Health!
xob
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