Actions speak louder than words.
My greatest fear in my recent days is that my silence has been screaming. That my silence is telling everyone everything that I have needed to say for so long, but wouldn't. There are words which I could never bring myself to say out loud and that has been my greatest mistake. I waited until it was too late. I never said anything. No words were spoken, and they should have been.
Actions speak louder than words.
I am still at this very moment reckoning with myself. Are there words that I still need to speak? Have I left the last few words of the last chapter unwritten, rendering my attempts to begin a new chapter futile? But then I think, what the hell could I possibly need to hear that has not already been made crystal clear to me? Actions speak louder than words.
One thing I know: something in my heart is still not at peace. My spirit is still unsettled. I long to move on. I long for this ache to be gone. I long for the fog to be lifted. I want to charge ahead towards a bright future, but I can't right now. Something in my gut is stopping me. I need to be free. I can't take back the words I never said (lupe fiasco) and now I'm choking on them.
I need my confidence back. I'm done with this scared little girl. I hate this inescapable feeling of vulnerability. I'm done fearing rejection. God made me to be amazing. He made me to be strong. Am I right now?
I am the opposite. But I know, change is coming.
It's time for me to root out what is holding me back from being all He has made me to be. I was laughing the other day with some one who really understands my humor, and vice verse. I really laughed. And not like a laugh that's just for the sake of laughing, but a laugh that just kind of erupts from whatever it is inside you that makes you you. I realized that those kinds of laughs have been far and few for me. I am feeling a sobering, dark damper on my soul again and I need it to stop. God made me to be funny. God made to bring joy to others. He made me to laugh, love, and be loved.
snake bite. baby hands :)
My greatest fear in my recent days is that my silence has been screaming. That my silence is telling everyone everything that I have needed to say for so long, but wouldn't. There are words which I could never bring myself to say out loud and that has been my greatest mistake. I waited until it was too late. I never said anything. No words were spoken, and they should have been.
Actions speak louder than words.
I am still at this very moment reckoning with myself. Are there words that I still need to speak? Have I left the last few words of the last chapter unwritten, rendering my attempts to begin a new chapter futile? But then I think, what the hell could I possibly need to hear that has not already been made crystal clear to me? Actions speak louder than words.
One thing I know: something in my heart is still not at peace. My spirit is still unsettled. I long to move on. I long for this ache to be gone. I long for the fog to be lifted. I want to charge ahead towards a bright future, but I can't right now. Something in my gut is stopping me. I need to be free. I can't take back the words I never said (lupe fiasco) and now I'm choking on them.
I need my confidence back. I'm done with this scared little girl. I hate this inescapable feeling of vulnerability. I'm done fearing rejection. God made me to be amazing. He made me to be strong. Am I right now?
I am the opposite. But I know, change is coming.
It's time for me to root out what is holding me back from being all He has made me to be. I was laughing the other day with some one who really understands my humor, and vice verse. I really laughed. And not like a laugh that's just for the sake of laughing, but a laugh that just kind of erupts from whatever it is inside you that makes you you. I realized that those kinds of laughs have been far and few for me. I am feeling a sobering, dark damper on my soul again and I need it to stop. God made me to be funny. God made to bring joy to others. He made me to laugh, love, and be loved.
