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The best gift I can give me
is the reminder of this Christmas poem by Dawn Albert. Here we are coming to
the end of 2023, my formal year of transformation. If I have a life mantra this
poem comes closest to the actions I wanted to embrace. It’s quite the project!
I know I am making progress
in healing the self-inflicted wounds I gained as I learned to dodge the arrows
life has sent flying my way. At some point in this life journey, I stopped and
asked myself why I was hanging on to someone else’s definition of me. Including
my own definition of me.
I have grown more and more
grateful for the stories that friends and families have shared of their own journeys
to become the person they want to see in the mirror. Sometimes this has meant
forgiveness. Other times it has meant walking away from the situation and the
people involved. I don’t think there is a set answer. Don’t let anyone else
(including me!) tell you there is only one way to speak your truth or your
love.
Working on me is like the
laundry – it is done for the day and tomorrow there will be more to do. The work
is never complete.
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