To me, there is no more shame is declaring that I am weak. There isn't much point being strong all the time anyway.
So next year I fight my fears.
The fear of waiting and waiting and waiting will be and has been a true struggle, but I must learn to be patient. To accept that life is beautiful when we take a seat while we accompany construction workers on escort duty. The beauty in the wind and the air and sweet silence of the evening.
There is beauty in the ugliest of circumstances, with our heads bent toward the ground and our hands rough with callouses. There is always beauty and thanksgiving. Always!
I triumph over fear and doubt. Over complaining and bickering. Over time-saving and nagging. For I learn to accept my fate as it is, and take genuine joy from what I can control: though that is a whole other thing I can improve in. Love yourself.
So next year I fight my fears.
The fear of waiting and waiting and waiting will be and has been a true struggle, but I must learn to be patient. To accept that life is beautiful when we take a seat while we accompany construction workers on escort duty. The beauty in the wind and the air and sweet silence of the evening.
There is beauty in the ugliest of circumstances, with our heads bent toward the ground and our hands rough with callouses. There is always beauty and thanksgiving. Always!
I triumph over fear and doubt. Over complaining and bickering. Over time-saving and nagging. For I learn to accept my fate as it is, and take genuine joy from what I can control: though that is a whole other thing I can improve in. Love yourself.
20/12/13
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