Two weeks ago, I hit a brick wall. I came face to face with a significant mistake that has cost me greatly. The realization left me doubting my strength and questioning my worth. The consequences left me alone – at least that’s what I convinced myself. It was a scary place. Do I have the strength to take this journey by myself?
I made it that next week without feeding my emotions. For that I was grateful.
I was able to share my hurt with my mom. For her, I am grateful.
I sat at the feet of my Savior. For Him, grateful doesn’t even begin to cover what I feel.
Every day, I have the opportunity to start over. Every day, I have the chance to do my best. Every day, I can make a difference not only in my life, but also in the lives of the people around me.
One of the promises I made to myself for this year, 2010, was that I was going to return to my passion, to writing. Recently, I stepped away from that. I stopped doing something that I love. Why, because I didn’t want to think about how bad I felt. But if I’m going to grow, I have to be honest – even when it hurts.
This journey is about a stronger, healthier me. I’m stepping back into it. I’m taking care of myself.
I deserve it.