Being yourself

Once the truth awakens in your heart, you’ll never be the same person. It’s taken me more than forty years to come to this awareness, but I haven’t been the same woman since I did.

Nowadays, we are programmed continuously to be someone else and not ourselves. This is why we are so terribly confused about whom we should be. There are days when we are creative, articulate, accomplished and funny, but some days we don’t see ourselves this way. We are all hard on ourselves because we don’t only want to be other people, but we want to be perfect versions of them.

Let me tell you about a woman I know. When her first book was published, instead of congratulating herself for producing such a beautiful book after years of effort, she was on the edge of madness because she had used the wrong verb in a sentence. Instead of celebrating her achievement, she robbed herself of this joy.

We should strive to be the first-rate version of ourselves because our best is always good enough. Only God is perfect.

Love,

Carmen Monica

 

Broken hearts

We all lost someone and it hurt. We might have lost them suddenly , unexpectedly, or we began losing pieces of them until one day there was nothing left. Perhaps we’ve known some of them all our lives or maybe we have barely known them at all. Regardless, we cannot control the depth of the wound another soul inflicts in us. I am not here to tell you that tomorrow is another day or that the sun will continue to shine or that there is plenty of fish in the sea. I am going to tell you that it is okay to hurt as much as you do because hurting is necessary to make you more human. I can’t promise you that it will get better any time soon, but, eventually, it will. And for now, take your time. Take all the time you need. Love, Carmen Monica

Sometimes

Sometimes you let go of people without even noticing. You stop thinking of them every day. You stop waiting for them to reply to you. You stop allowing them to take so much space in your life. You move on, you go about your day without worrying about them. You stop expecting them to come back with an apology.

You accept that they are no longer part of your life. You just let them go, as simple as that.

You may not see it today or tomorrow, but you will look back a few years from now and be perplexed and awed by how every little thing added up and brought you somewhere wonderful or where you always wanted to be. You will be grateful that things didn’t work out the way you once wanted them to.

Love,

Carmen Monica