Just Reflecting
The month of February has been an interesting one for me….
I’ve had one epiphany after the other about life, love, and what it means to truly own the things I desire for my life. There have been many late nights in the last couple of weeks where I just sat with my thoughts thinking about what I want, about how I plan to show up for those things, and the mental obstacles that often times serve as distractions…
I’ve thought about whether or not I have the space, literally and figuratively, to receive the things I pray for and the answer is YES. While I can’t help but smile about all the possibilities I believe are ahead of me, I can’t help but think that I’m making up for lost time……
I’m making up for all the years I spent sleeping on my potential.
I’m making up for all the years I lived in my own bubble, not making myself available for all that God had for me out of fear.
I am making up for all the seasons I settled for what was convenient because I was unable to see my own worth.
I’m grateful for the growth that has taken place in recent years and the transformation I am currently in. It is a beautiful thing to have a front row seat to mind shifts and uncomfortable moments that have produced a sense of joy and continued freedom from the past…..
I continue to have this thought that we cannot live our lives hoping and wishing that something/or someone will just fall out of the sky. Could it happen? Sure it can, but I don’t think we were created to live our lives sitting on the sidelines. I don’t think we ought to sit around waiting to be found, for the next big break, or for that shift we so desperately desire….
I think we ought to show up. I think we ought to scream from the rooftops what we desire for our lives. I think we ought to take risks and live with expectancy, fully present and committed to what we pray for. I think we ought to live well rather than existing.
So, may there be more intention in the days to come. More courage to own the things we hope for. More grit and boldness and resilience.
K R Y S T L E
