I dunno...
The more I think things are going to 'normalize' or 'simplify', the more complicated they are. Or is it me? Am I complicating things?
I think I'm a pretty easy-going chick. I would even call myself 'not high-maitenance'. I am a complicated woman, though. This I know for sure. But at the heart of me is someone who has immense hope, a vast curiosity, deep compassion and some other yadda yadda blah blah. This complicated part of me allows for too much second-guessing and self-doubt. Where is the confidence and clarity that's supposed to come with age?
*sigh*
I suspect I'm being pulled and pushed and stretched and prodded for good reason. I mean, I'm the cheerleading poster child for 'pain is growth' and 'trust the process'. Doesn't mean I like it. Doesn't mean it feels good. It is confusing.
I need wisdom.
And patience.
Acceptance.
Honesty and strength. Strength to be honest. Strength to say my peace (lovingly yet firmly) and not apologize for it.
St. Monica, pray for me.
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