Literally letting y’all take a peak at my diary

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I fortify myself with grit and conviction and take another deep breath. I look up at the ceiling and let one lonely tear fall. I make an agreement with myself that it will be my only tear tonight. I gently pat my cheek dry, take one more look at myself in the mirror and this time the woman I see looking back is a fighter. I’m staring at her. I can see that she’s tough. She knows she can do this. She believes in her strength. She believes in herself.

https://reclaiminglacy.com/2020/12/17/reflections-on-last-christmas

I truly feel like I’m starting over but I can’t start because I don’t know where to, and this bout’s acceptance process has left me holistically exhausted, apathetically hopeless, and aimlessly wandering

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I have absolutely no desire to find a job in my career field and I lost the one person who fully knew and loved me throughout my life. What do I do with that? What, of value, do I even have left? I don’t know who I’m turning into but I know God can make something of her with however much time she has on earth.

https://courtneymessinger.wordpress.com/2020/12/16/remains

I stepped back, regrouped, and put my intention out in a detailed and specific way

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I chose a couple locations and told the Universe that I wanted to be there. I was willing to compromise on the job, but not the setting or the living situation. I also wanted a specific sort of housing. I will not live with a roommate, no matter how perfect s/he is. I have already decided that even living with Jesus would be a challenge. Though, that whole water to wine thing would be handy. Anyway I got clear and specific. I was feeling this process way more than previously. I had found my vibe.

https://michelleswalkabout.com/2020/11/05/upside-down

I know what it feels like

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I know what it feels like to feel alone. I know what it feels like to live in a new city without knowing a single soul. I know what it feels like to be the youngest in the team. I know what it feels like to experience imposter syndrome. I know what it feels to feel like a failure. I know because I’ve been there. You are not alone. You are not a failure. You are knowledgeable. You are smart. You will figure it out. You are made for something greater than you could have ever imagined. Patience is a virtue, but with hard work, anything is possible. As always, if you need to talk, feel free to reach out.

https://mrsprofresh.com/changing-gears-a-journey-of-discovery

Fuck Your Feelings (by Mark Manson)

Look, I know you think the fact you feel upset or angry or anxious is important. That it matters. Hell, you probably think that because you feel like your face just got shat on makes you important. But it doesn’t. Feelings are just these… things that happen. The meaning we build around them–what we decide is important or unimportant–comes later.

https://markmanson.net/fuck-your-feelings

keeping up with the seasons

Words, Words, Words.

Over the last few months I have learned quite a bit more about the people around me. I’ve always considered myself an empathetic person. And I’ve been pretty outspoken that I think empathy is something everyone should possess. The sad truth is, so many people do not have the ability to put themselves into someone else’s headspace.

This year I finally feel like I’m surrounded by the right people. And in every conversation I have, I try to take the inspiring and truthful tid bits and apply what might help parts of my life.

Something someone said that has stuck in my head is that we need to allow people to go through their own seasons. We can only control ourselves. We cannot control what other people think or do.

All we can do is what we think is right, and what we know feels right for ourselves. Now, the…

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Barbells and Belly Shirts

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I’ve thought a long time about what I am going to write, if I should even write, what is Screenshot_2019-09-29-12-33-44~2even the fucking point? But whatever. it’s kind of therapeutic for me, so here I am. Over a year ago was my last blog post. It was bitching about being fat. That was my main reason why I decided to write again. I was so angry, broken by my own body, or what my idea of what my body should look like. There was so much guilt and shame, but I can say with confidence that I am different from that woman. Not yet whole, but definitely healthier and more happy.

I have always been overweight. Well, since I can remember anyway. I have also hated my body just as long. No matter how active I was, my body refused to be anything but just overweight. Like most girls, I was…

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