Being the heroine of your own story
In my last blog, I talked about some much needed self care. I had realized that I was in running on fumes when it came to thinking about myself or my dreams. I dismissed my thoughts of the future as easily as I did with the comfort zone I made my routine.
I put everything I wanted on hold for the sake of adulting.
What does that mean exactly? We all get in the loop of daily adult life. Get up, work, pay bills, have the occasional vacation or fun filled weekend. We tell ourselves the usual round of excuses, when, if, and one day, types. This was where I was headed. I became the very thing I wanted to ovoid, daily routine.
I needed to get out, break free and begin to dream again.
I decided it was time to rewrite a few details of my story. I needed to meet the heroine inside myself again. I wanted to see myself stronger, braver and someone who went for everything they dreamed. The person who I was before I allowed fear enter the timeline.
I thought that if I gave up on my dreams I would be better off. I began to give in to doubt.
We all must go through trials, tests, lessons and growth periods, We need the lows to discover the highs. Imagine if your favorite story the hero never went through a struggle. The struggle is what makes them human, it's what makes them come out on top. They learn what they're made of.
Be that hero!
I started to listen to myself, I started to notice even the smallest change and how it effected me. I started with decluttering my home, giving myself a makeover, creating all new self care routines and chopped off my hair. Instead of feeding my ego I began to compliment myself.
I found a new found confidence within myself. I slowly found the heroine that I buried inside a long time ago.
I don't really know why I stopped believed in myself or when for that matter. Maybe somewhere along the road to my 30's I thought I had to give up on what I really liked or wanted in my life. I guess the important thing is that I am rediscovering them all over again.
I thought that if I was interested in something I had to seek the approval of someone else to enjoy.
What started this whole spark? At the end of April my boyfriend and I went to Cirque du Soleil. Something happened underneath that tent, somewhere between the comical skits to the aerial stunts. It was something out of my dreams. I felt that childlike inspiration and hope surface.
We all deserve to find the spark in our lives. No matter how long it takes or how many times we have to relight the flame.
Tomorrow is the last day of May. I am happy to announce that I will no longer hide behind the facade of whom I think I should be, I will no longer cater to the desires or opinion of others. Starting now I hereby claim my dreams valid, my journey important and my wishes a goal worth fighting for.
Rewrite your story, dare to dream a life of impossible greatness.
We deserve to feel the fact that we are the most important characters in our lives. Go forth and find the spark. Find the things that you dream of and go for them. Take time to enjoy your journey, share your experiences and live.
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"Magic only comes to those who believe in it."
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