identity thieves
i never pictured being 28. i never saw myself here.
i have been forced to begin the process of admitting... admitting that i learned at a young age to let everyone's approval and opinion of me be the one thing that defined me. admitting that when i have tried things and failed, i have believed that i had no intrinsic value. admitting that i have long since forgotten how to even try, for fear of the fail and the fall.
i am learning to admit that along the way, i have drowned out the still small Voice that's been waiting to get a word in edgewise.
if everyone else's 28 is the new 18, my 28 feels like the new dead. but in this dying, this admitting, there must be life. there has to be life.
"...and so help me let go of the gap between who and where i thought i'd be, and who and where i am."
i have been forced to begin the process of admitting... admitting that i learned at a young age to let everyone's approval and opinion of me be the one thing that defined me. admitting that when i have tried things and failed, i have believed that i had no intrinsic value. admitting that i have long since forgotten how to even try, for fear of the fail and the fall.
i am learning to admit that along the way, i have drowned out the still small Voice that's been waiting to get a word in edgewise.
if everyone else's 28 is the new 18, my 28 feels like the new dead. but in this dying, this admitting, there must be life. there has to be life.
"...and so help me let go of the gap between who and where i thought i'd be, and who and where i am."
posted by Anonymous at 10:53 PM
2 Comments:
Oh, Ashley... You, too, have a beautiful heart. It was beautiful before this season, too, just a little constricted. May it beat more and more freely in tune with the timbre of that still, small voice...
Letting go sucks, but it's a great way to ditch some weight in a hurry. :-)
this vulnerability looks so beautiful to me. ...and there is life in this death, there this, there is, there is.
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