It's another Birthday post since my first in 2019.
So much more blooming has happened since then. I was but a bud then, not knowing how much more I would be transforming from the years in between.
This year, I gift myself acceptance.
I have come to embrace and accept myself as I have become and the life I choose to lead.
I appreciate that I am traditional in how I operate - valuing virtuous qualities of honor, respect, integrity, honesty, purity, morality - and yet, the way that I live my life freely, is unconventional.
I have found that societal expectations aren't always the right fit for me and stifle my spirit. So I guess I'm a bit of a rebel and rule-breaker in this. Forging my own path of being.
As that rule-breaker, I go against the grain in living my life on my own terms that is still considerate and abiding of this physical world, yet not bound by it.
I have learned to sift through the noise of opinions and the chatter of judgments to be that much more sure of living my life. I used to care to do everything "right" according to societal expectations, and yet I still was cast with judgment or criticism that it wasn't good enough. Now to the point that I now care to do everything "right" - for me, my soul.
I guide my own life according to my internal moral compass of what's good and right.
I have come to terms that not everyone will understand me or the way that I choose to live - and I've come to stop trying to explain myself to those who do not care or have the capacity to understand. Some will adamantly stay in the comfort of their self-limiting belief systems. And that's really okay, but I also won't be made to feel bad for living my life.
I validate myself from within.
I respect that we are all free to believe and be as we are, each at our current stage of growth.
And I respect myself to live as I do, as I do not encroach or take away from others in order to do so. I live my life fully and self-sufficiently so as to add to the lives that I touch.
I am grateful to have gone through the darkness of abuse, mental illness, judgments, hatefulness. But only because I survived, was forged to become stronger, and found my light.
I am beautiful first from the inside because of these scars I have healed over for myself.
I am me because of all of these old wounds I fought my battles for.
I accept all of myself because I will take responsibility to understand myself.
To know myself. To accept myself. To own the choices that make my life my own.
In this acceptance, I am free.
I am freeing my soul to live my life in flight as the Mariposa I was always meant to be.
With LOVE. Always,
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