Cheater, Cheater!

Pumpkin Eater!

Lol nah, I actually hate pumpkin flavored things including those wack ass lattes.

This post isn’t about pumpkins and sorry it’s not about a man either so boop.

But more so about this letter….

Lately I’ve been burning the midnight oil and often when I’m restless, I write a letter to God.

But this particular letter wasn’t to him either.

It was to me.

And it started out with an apology.

For putting so much pressure on myself to be ok when I knew that I wasn’t. For not asking for help when I should (although I’ve gotten a lot better with that one). But also for cheating myself by not believing in my dreams enough to execute my ideas wholeheartedly. Or passing up opportunities for fear of failure.

As you can imagine, the letter ended up being longer than anticipated.

I had no idea what I was going to say but I had reached a point where I knew my spirit was unsettled and something needed to be done.

I tried the bandaid methods of having a few packages arrive at my door, girls night, plenty of drinks, sugary foods and still killing myself at the gym.

Just ended up with a hangover, hyper and sore muscles.

I know it may seem crazy but this moment with myself was one of the most empowering moments I’ve had this year.

If you’ve never done this exercise, I would encourage you to do so.

No one knows you better than yourself so don’t be afraid to have a conversation with you. Check yo self! Don’t cheat yourself out of knowing your worth and taking the steps to get it done.

Not enough people in this world keep it real, the least you can do is be real with yourself.

And of course, don’t forget to love on somebody today! Especially yourself!

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