Dear Me,
I am sorry if I sometimes held you back with self-doubt and falsehoods. I know I caused you grief worrying about things–that never came to be, wasting time swimming in a sea of ‘what if‘ ignoring the whispers and nudge from the universe. I am sorry that it took me this long to see you.
But, I see you now
I see you doing hard things, playing outside your comfort zone, striving to be better.
I see you trusting your voice and following your path.
I see you practicing what you preach; I see you catching yourself and admitting when you fall short, oh not my best moment, and deliver an apology.
I see you, mama, focusing a little less on your lovebugs and doing a little more for yourself.
I see you letting go of your babies as they take flight yet never missing an opportunity to get one more squeeze.
I see you easing up on your grip and letting go of people and things that no longer serve you.
I see you sharing your junk, hoping that others feel less alone; some don’t care, most appreciate.
I see you accepting that not everyone will like you.
I see you and know that the only person you are competing against is yourself, to be better and do better, no matter what others choose to believe.
I see you needing less stuff and not getting distracted by shiny objects.
I see you realizing your net worth and placing value in the human currency.
I see you letting go of what others think, letting go of trying to correct people, understanding that some people need to put you down to feel better about themselves.
I see you getting tuned in with how people and moments make you feel.
I see you choosing to feel happy and joyous.
I see you know the difference between tribe members and good-time Charlies. I see you choose to surround yourself with uplifters.
I see you shining the lights onto others; do-gooders deserve a shout-out.
I see you being good to as many people as possible, even when some have not been kind to you.
I see you finally figured out that the only person you can control is you.
I see you stopped removing your life jacket to save others.
I see you nudging at your peeps; what’s your thing? You ask, again and again, until they pause and reflect.
I see you jumping waves, sometimes, getting knocked down, but more often catching them perfectly to feel afloat, weightless, on top of the world.
I see you refusing to let darkness crush and define you.
I see you know when to remain silent and not engage in the ridiculous.
I see you forgiving and making peace with your yesterdays.
I see you practicing your writing—progress, not perfection.
I see you being ok standing alone yet never being alone.
I see you are not interested in ‘followers.’ Instead, you are focused on building a sisterhood of kindred spirits, a.k.a. illuminators, women supporting and inspiring one another, learning, growing, and sharing.
I see you are not interested in perfection, make many mistakes, and don’t have all the answers.
I see you aren’t sure where you are going but are going anyway.
I see you are having a lot of fun.
I see you ignoring the naysayers, the ones that want to shrink you down and label you.
I see you are grateful, meditating, and discovering the joy of being still.
I see you deleting negative words and phrases from your vocabulary and replacing them with I can, I will, I am able, I choose.
I see you learning to F.L.Y. (first love yourself) and becoming you.
I see you; I am proud of you and believe in you. Keep going.
Love,
