And so my July challenge has ended.
I did not manage to post everyday about my thoughts, feelings and learning.
But I manage to be more aware of everything that I am.
My birthday has passed and I always say to myself that I will be more mature as I grow older.
But I am still the same.
I still get cranky. I still cry. I still get hurt. I’m still sensitive. I still waste my time. I’m still lazy. I’m still awkward.
It’s funny because I am nowhere in the borderline of being a full-fledged mature woman.
I always remind myself to be happy. To not give up.To always pray for strength. To always be positive.
But there are a lot of times like today when I can’t just feel the joy.
And most of it is attributed to the way I handle myself.
I am aware of how much I think short of myself. How I belittle my works. How I belittle my efforts.
How I get hurt when people don’t show their appreciation. How they just criticize rather than say something nice when I ask for their opinions.
I am aware at how much I value what they think rather than what I think of myself.
It’s relieving to think that our lives are a constant work in progress.
The part of being alive that I can always get back up and get down on my life’s work.
Regardless if it looks like a mess or a bunch of typical mojos.
And now as I calm myself from bawling my eyes out,
I know deep inside this fragile heart,
That I am better than this.
That I know to whom I am working for.
I am simply enough for Him.