It is a tragic thing when you allow life to get in the way of your dreams. If I said that I love to read and write, that statement would be the equivalent of saying that the universe is big. Yet for some reason, this blog has been neglected for two years and I have not read an entire novel in three months. Why would I neglect activities that make my heart sing and soothe my soul? Well, sometimes we get so caught up in the prose of life that we leave out the poetry. Then, when our lives feel dry and dull, and we lack motivation to continue with the mundane, but necessary tasks of life, we wonder why. We neglect the threads of poetry that are woven into our personalities by the hand of the Master Weaver, and then when we pause and look at the way the tapestry of our lives are in this moment, we wonder why there is no beauty to cheer and inspire us and those around us.
Anyway, that entire paragraph was my extremely complex way of saying “Hey, sorry I’ve been away for so long. I wish I was not so delinquent, but from now on, I will try to be here more often (which, considering the fact that I haven’t been here in two years, I really am not setting a very high standard for myself…heh). But let’s get to what this post is really about.
I have been hooked on a Hallmark TV series called “Chesapeake Shores.” No, I am not going to give a review of the series, other than to say I’m enjoying it thus far. I want to talk about something that struck me, because I think it is one of the lessons that some of us struggle to learn for most of our lives. Two female characters in the series (sisters, actually) were trying to encourage each other by pointing out that they both have boyfriends (or interested guys?) who think that they are amazing. Then one sister said something to the effect of “You know what? Why do we need other people to tell us we are amazing? We are not amazing because they think we are amazing, we are amazing because, well, we are amazing! Why can’t we just realize we are amazing because that’s who we are?” Bingo! (Cue the clouds parting with a light shining through, and a giant light bulb illuminating the area above my head. If you really want to be extra, feel free to add in appropriate music of your choice).
I have to ask myself, why can’t we realize we are amazing, simply because, well, we are amazing? Where does this idea come from that we have to prove our “amazing-ness” and or have it validated by other people for it to be true? We are amazing, simply because, well, God made us that way, and He loves us. Full stop. End of story. Punto final. The seed of “amazing-ness” has been planted within all of us, but in order for it to bloom, we have to first acknowledge its presence. Nobody else has to plant it, it’s already there, and until we each realize our own unique, wonderful, “amazing-ness”, we will continue to run around and stress ourselves out trying to get validation in all kinds of ridiculous ways.
So what’s the grand takeaway from this post? Simply put, we are, all of us, amazing, simply because, we are.
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