The world has far more grey than we acknowledge.
We might be misconstrued as bold because we
seem tough-as-nails.
We might appear callous because we're focused.
Others might interpret independence as disinterest.
But the people who appear to have it made--who
seem to have no trouble doing the tough stuff--
generally are just stepping into the shoes and
letting it happen.
Every single day that I get up, I feel all of the dredge
and flotsam pulling at me and tempting me, but I
make a choice as to what way I'll go and what
response I'll have. Getting up isn't easy, but I
do it. Leaving the house is agony, but I do it.
Dealing with people and all the inanities and all
the nonsense--I hate it. But I do it, and push through.
And every time it gets easier to overcome. It doesn't
disappear, but it gets easier. As I find I am more
capable than I thought I was, I recognize my strengths
and build on them. Strength, courage, ability...
they may not be innate, but that doesn't make them
inaccessible.
I am not limited to what I see myself as capable of;
I can do what I need to.
I am not fearless;
I choose to walk through fear.
I am not invulnerable;
I choose to endure, anyway.
I am not as strong as others;
I choose not to restrict myself with that.
I am not the most accomplished;
I choose to be content within myself.
I am not understood or accepted by most;
I choose to appreciate me.
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