Colleen George

I like that I’m not a simple girl. I’m messy and chaotic. I’m complicated and spontaneous.

Letting go means releasing what you have and making beautiful, freeing space for what is to come.

I feel upset that I can’t celebrate her in the real, alive sort of way. It feels like the fact that I am “motherless” is being thrown in my face.

I am sorry for not always standing up for you. I am sorry for letting you believe that the size and shape of your body reflected the value and beauty of your mind.

Not settling means making more of your moments and more of your days. It means building up little bits and pieces of happiness wherever you can find them to form an incredible life.

The “could’ves” and “should’ves” eat away at us and our thoughts begin to move in circles. Could we have fought harder? Should we have stayed together?

I am brushing away my so called flaws. Today I am putting on my rose colored glasses, in the hopes that they will one day become permanent.

“Take a moment. Sit back. Marvel at your life: at the grief that softened you, at the heartache that wisened you, at the suffering that strengthened you. Despite everything, you still grow.”

They tell you that in time, you will heal. They tell you that in a matter of months, you will get “better.”

When you find yourself doubting your own worth, or caught in a cycle of self-blame or shame, remind yourself to look at your life with new, fresh eyes.

We are far too often oblivious to our own beauty, both inner and outer. You see, we don’t see the grace or power that we emanate as we walk through this complicated world.

Are the glory days all over? At 21 years old? At 25 years old? But how I see it? You can “adult” however you want. You’re young. You’re still free to do whatever you please.