I’ve been striving since circa 1991. That’s the best guess I have as to when I first realized I wasn’t enough. If you’re ever in doubt, go to middle or high school. Ever since those turbulent years, I have found myself rigorously trying to outrun ME. Who I am, where I came from, my family, background, personality, and even my accent.
At times, I have excelled.
Striving landed me far from home – out there – proving my worth to the world, but mostly to myself. It’s the age-old story of escaping that one-horse town only to discover that home is where you actually want to be, where you belong.
And after all my years of striving to become more, I am finally learning that who I am is enough.
#noresolutions2021 / #hopewriting / #truthtelling / #vulnerability
Sacred Scribblings 
This one hits close to home until I found Plano and now I am where I belong
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Plano is such a wonderful place to be! I think the striving for more can be so ingrained in us that we don’t even see it at times. I am thankful to finally be inching toward that peace with myself.
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