Benjamin Franklin kept a strict account of the character traits he needed to improve upon, often recording his progress. Unlike Mr. Franklin, I am afraid we are redefining self care as a free pass for self indulgence. In our craving to be cared for we are searching out things or people who give a superficial satisfaction while our souls are suffering a thirst for more. We are looking to satisfy a drought with a dribble. This will never suffice.
There was a metamorphosis of motivation. My dreams and hopes for my future remained but the whys and hows were worked and reworked and still are working themselves out.
We are often too blind to be part of the miraculous unfolding.
But I didn’t listen to my own words.
I walked out full of not-good-enoughs and comparisons. I walked out wondering and weary. I walked out with my eyes to the ground, brimming with tears as I let my feelings and insecurities deafen and blind me.