Happy Valentine’s Day to everyone! Special wishes go out to those of you out there that just can’t seem get love right, despite your best efforts. I’m also thinking about those of you that may find yourself feeling completely alone at this point in your life, despite a strong desire for the opposite. You folks are my kind of people. Don’t give up. Pick yourself up, be the best person you can be, for you, and don’t let this world convince you that your life is over. Open up, be vulnerable, treat everyone with kindness, and believe that anything can change at any moment. You just don’t know for sure what’s around the corner. Trust me. I am an absolute expert in such matters!
God does not make mistakes. What is, is for a reason!
Those special to me are very often in my thoughts. Sometimes, way, way more than they may notice or that I’d admit to. I’ve decided in recent years to be more selective in my expressions of sentiments. Showing I care to people that haven’t necessarily earned my feelings has hurt me many times. I’ve given parts of myself away for free, instead of demanding premium value for the unique person I am.
While I am more careful these days, I still slip into moments of vulnerability where I seemingly can’t help myself. My voice speaks kind words before my brain and heart can stop them. I’ll automatically, intuitively do something nice or incredibly thoughtful for someone who isn’t noticing. Then, the hurt rolls over me again like a shivering cold.
I at least allow myself to feel and experience, to take risks. For that, my life’s actions are never wasted. I’ve made the most of even the very little. I live and breathe, and stumble, then run toward whatever comes next.
You can choose to believe that you are worthless, or you can choose to believe that you are worthy. Either way, it’s your choice.
I’ve waited my whole life for someone to say they believed in me, that they know I can do anything. I’ve waited to hear that I’m special and irreplaceable, that I’m worth the interest and loyalty and commitment. I’ve wanted to hear that I’m loved deeply, despite my flaws and imperfections.
No one ever said it in quite the way I’ve needed to hear it, so I tell it all to myself. Yet, it still would be nice to hear it from someone else, someday.
She’s brokenhearted. She’s scared. She’s feeling alone. She tells me about it all though, and that’s why she’s the one for me.
Marc Hack (via thelittlehero)