beingtricia:

There is no one else to be but yourself.There is nothing to fit into, no need to compare. All you got to do is love & accept all of you.

beingtricia:

Let YOUR heart lead you…not theirs.

Story of my life…working on it tho

beingtricia:

There is no one else to be but yourself.There is nothing to fit into, no need to compare. All you got to do is love & accept all of you.

Learning to love oneself (completely) is a challenge is shouldn’t be.

beingtricia:

You are loved. You are worthy. You are your dreams. See it all. Be it all.

beingtricia:

Taking care of me. Wow. It is so important. I am reminded, once again. One of my favorite sayings, which is even one of my email sign-off’s is “taking care of yourself is taking care of the…

So true, so true

I am colored glass

I am colored glass; iridescent & meloncholy blue
Translucent & used
Imperfect but not slim; colors change on a whim
Who am I, who am I?
Am I who I am? Such a dirty lens
Gentle spidery cracks disguised
Wobbly & unsure, mostly insecure
On the outside seemingly singular
Light from my eyes, particular
Only if it’s just right
There, then its gone
Just like that, always like that
Perhaps its not so bad,
To catch the light just right
Glow from the inside, brightness amassed
From this…colored glass.

The MOVE…the Fear

I find that as my move date draws closer, I’m kinda terrified. I mean sure I love that I’ll have the opp to go back to Hi but its a place of my insecurity. A literal place of my insecurities; the irony being its also my dream place…whatever.
A huge fear is that I will have to justify being myself. In trying to be whatever it is that people around me want or worse, falling into old habits & people. The latter being a complete disaster waiting to happen…as well as being completely unhealthy for me.
Leaving here, here where I’m able to be myself 90% of the time. It’s a rare & freeing feeling but its as constricting as comforting. The place, the people…too easy to drift but I could never be 100% content here.
I just want to be myself. & I don’t think that’s wrong. I don’t want to justify being me. I just am. Just me.
Ugh* even sitting in the haze of a very pleasant buzz, my fears threaten me w/ their nagging questions…why?..why?…why. like a softly sighing siren. Gently pulling me to the edge, an internal death.

How wonderful it is that nobody need wait a single moment before starting to improve the world.

“To live is to be musical, starting with the blood dancing in your veins. Everything living has a rhythm. Do you feel your music?” - Michael Jackson