A good friend of mine has a talent when it comes to writing and capturing in words how so many people feel. Recently, she sent me the latest thing she wrote and it hit so spot on to how I feel all the time, so I asked her if I could share it here. It is so spot on when it comes to self love, especially the last paragraph.
Sometimes, we get so caught up in having to be a certain way. We beat ourselves up when we’re sad or feeling guilty. There is shame in feeling powerless. Self love is about loving yourself through those moments. It’s about acknowledging it’s okay to not want to get out of bed some days, but no matter, to keep pushing through it and pushing the dream life that you want. We all have powerless moments. What really matters is how we fight through them. That is what makes a warrior.
Thank you, Brandi, for letting me share!
“One day I woke up, took a deep breath as I stretched, and realized I had no idea who I was anymore. The air was cold and crisp that morning, and I remember looking out the window and facing a cloudy sky. At that moment, I watched the clouds with a sense of defeat. Not because I couldn’t see the blue skies, and the sunshine, but because I knew how the sky felt.
Ask me how the sky feels on a cloudless day and I’ll tell you that it wants to be free. It wants to feel the breeze as the sun shines. It wants to immerse itself in the lack of boundaries, and openly take our breath away as we gaze upwards. The sky is typically unabashedly calm and collected, but when the clouds roll in, it knows it must ready for a storm.
I couldn’t look back and point to a specific date and time and tell you that this was the day I lost myself. It wasn’t something that just happened overnight. I believe it occurred over a long stretch of time. Time where I forgot to look up at the sky on sunny days, and up at the stars on clear nights. I was a cloudy sky….I am a cloudy sky.
I am a constant work of progress. I have been lost, and currently I am working to be found. I am wandering through this thing called life trying to remember why I stopped writing in the first place, why I stopped reading two or three books a week, and why I let a series of storms make me forget how the sun feels on my skin on a sunny day.
As a strong, ambitious woman, I need to be reminded that sometimes it’s okay to be lost. It’s okay to wake up and not want to get out of bed. It’s okay to cry, and cry so hard that you can’t breathe. It’s okay to feel powerless sometimes. It’s okay…. It’s okay to be a cloudy sky. Just remember that it’s also okay to be a clear, sunny, limitless sky.”