When you’re overwhelmed and you can’t find your happy, it’s helpful to remember who you are.
Who are you?
Are you a leaf? Tossed and beaten by every whim of the weather?
Are you a rock? Firm? Impermeable? Inflexible?
Are you water? Flowing, bending, moving without pre-supposition?
I don’t know that it necessarily matters who you are. But it does matter (very much) that YOU know who you are.
Recently, I lean toward thinking of myself as a child of the Gods. A daughter of the one true King. When I think of myself in these terms, I am not afraid of anything.
I am not frustrated by anything. I am not bound by anything. I feel, in a sense, immortal.
I feel like a breath of fresh air.