rebel rebel

I’ve been a “nice” girl. Put others first. Been accommodating. Kept opinions largely to myself. Not made waves.

This hasn’t served me well.

Underneath this good girl exterior there’s always been a rebel spirit that has instinctively known that we were born to follow *our* bliss, not what someone else has deemed as our bliss. And the thing that keeps us most often from even discovering what the heck our bliss is, is spending all our time and energy pleasing others, worrying about what they think, and maintaining the status quo.

I am done with it.

Interestingly, I’ve noticed that the shoots I’ve struggled with most have been those involving extremely “strong-willed” children. I can handle the shyest of kids with great ease and patience……but the rebels throw me a little. What I’m learning from them, though, is my discomfort is a direct result of my not allowing my own rebel spirit a voice. And only when the sometimes radical side of me is finally free to express itself fully, will I be free.

I see now the great rugged beauty in those who truly know and acknowledge their worth, who can’t be tamed or caged or made to be quiet……and I welcome this in myself.

~Cynthia