So yesterday I was feeling kinda down and anxious. Not unusual for a Sunday. Why? I dunno. 🤷🏼♀️
And at one point in the evening I found myself in tears.
I felt worthless. And then I said that out loud, “I feel worthless.”
The sound of those words stung my ears.
Almost immediately, I stopped and said. “Well – that’s a lie.”
And just then, something lit back up inside me – I think sometimes clarity comes with a side of tears.
I remembered, I have things to do.
And I WILL make an impact.
My purpose is to help people become better humans.
If an action doesn’t line up with that, I don’t want to do it.
Waiting for someone, anyone to see my worth doesn’t line up. So forget that!
I am going places.
I really believe there is something I am supposed to do. Something BIG.
I am mildly concerned that it’s just a mental illness that has me thinking that – BUT I’ll just stick with the positive side and believe it’s the Spirit of God telling me to keep going.
With. Or without anyone else.