Not ready. I am not ready.
I wrote a blog... But then my feelings changed. Then they changed again.
I felt good about myself this week. I felt happy, worthy, smart, kind, pretty, lovable.
I didn't think it would be thrown in my face so soon. I mean I clearly got the message... do you need to keep sending it over and over?
But I felt a high yesterday and the day before... like I haven't felt in a long long time.
Why am I the one who was exempt from the love, light and authenticity you supposedly stand for? I felt no love, no light and no authenticity. I didn't ask for any promises, I ask for truth.
I am smart. I am kind. I am important.
I am. I am. I am.