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Something Special For My Friend

Her Take: This is a special message for my co-blogger, and you, if you need it.


Know that right now, exactly right now, and from this moment on, you’re doing just fine, no matter what you do.

Sometimes fine looks like bursting into the day, tackling everything that comes your way, and crushing it at every turn. Other days fine is having the strength to brush your teeth and get dressed even though everything in your head tells you that you can’t. It’s those things, everything in between, and sometimes it’s not being able to face anything, deciding to wait until you have the strength, and feeling lost for a little while.

You’ve felt lost, discouraged, and hopeless in your life, you’ve felt so many different and painful things, but here you are, still standing, surviving, and that makes you a winner even when you can’t see it.

You’re too hard on yourself, you put yourself down and forget sometimes that you’re a magical being made of pure light who was sent here to live, learn, and grow. You impose impossible standards on yourself and let other people dictate how your life should look, instead of seizing the amazing power you were born to and wielding it like a weapon ... not of destruction, but creation. There is real power in who you are and what you can do, and you should know that. There are people who believe in that power. You were meant for greatness, even if that greatness is an intimate joy from a life lived with love and humor.

I want you to know how grateful I am for you, friend, especially at times likes these, because you’ve always taken me with you. You’ve given me a chance to see a human life in such stunning detail, and with such candor, that I can’t help but be amazed by you Every. Single. Day.

This week has been just one week in our lives, and there will be others, some good, some hard. The most important thing to take with you from this week and all the others is that, simply, you’re doing just fine, just the way you are.



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