The Truth Is . . .

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the truth is 4

The truth is . . .

  • I don't have it all together. In fact, I have pretty much nothing together. It's been easy to blog about outfits and Pantone challenges and cool campaigns, but behind it all there is a girl who's hurting. Hurting badly.

The truth is . . .

  • I can't blog about it. I know you're thinking, "Wait, what? Why?"  If you're in the teaching profession (or if you're like me and you suddenly find yourself outside of it but with the possibly of diving back in... some day...), you can understand why I can't share what really happened and why on a public forum like a blog. Even if it is MY blog and MY personal space. And not being able to talk about it when I'm bursting on the inside and because it's defining this chapter of my life is killing me.

The truth is . . .

  • I want to talk to you. I want to talk to the person who is also struggling. I want to tell you that I'm right there with you and that we will get through it. We're going to be okay. Message me and I'll be there. 

The truth is . . .

  • I feel like this thing, this situation, this experience, this whatever-you-wanna-call-it is controlling my life in so many ways, even though it's "over" and even though I try my hardest not to let it.  It makes me a bad friend because I worry about talking to people I haven't caught up with in a while because then it means I'll have to talk about it and then it will change everything, but if I don't, I'd be lying and I can't do that either. So I just end up . . . putting it off. Longer and longer. It makes me feel like I'll never find my "calling,"because am I supposed to take this as a sign to try something else or turn around and march back in with my head held high? Is it bad that I am filled with a shaking anger that this is something I'll have to tell my future husband about because it is THAT life-defining?!

The truth is . . .

  • I need to remind myself that I am a good person. That I did great things last year. That I do not have any real regrets. That I know I did everything to the best of my ability. That at least I can grab hold of my integrity and raise it high above my head in both hands.

The truth is . . .

  • I am more than my career, my part-time job, my blog, my friends, my family, my hobbies, my clothes, my bad days, my experiences. These things indeed make up bits and pieces of me and contribute to who I am, but I am not solely defined or controlled by one or even a few of them. You are not defined by it, either.

The truth is . . .

  • We've all got our own personal battles. And we need to figure out how these wars of ours will help someone else. Let's be warriors so we don't have to be worriers any longer.