“Promise me you'll always remember:
braver than you believe,
stronger than you seem,
smarter than you think.”
Do you ever write a post and send it out feeling generous and wise, only to realize you wrote it for yourself?
I just noticed that I do this.
I just noticed that today, I feel like a small turtle on a giant finger. The finger is all the forces beyond my control—those having to do with jobs, security, relationships. These forces could be negative thinking, fear, or blame—all patterns I fall into that bite me in the hiney.
Alternately, the finger could be a big benevolent power greater than myself. God. The dharma. The universe. Whatever one chooses to call it, the hand I sit in can crush and rescue.
Smallness feels like confusion and sorrow. Not understanding where to put one’s flippers. What’s in that water over there? If I jump, will I learn to swim?
I think that I will.
Note to self, and anyone else who feels small: Promise me you’ll always remember. Braver, stronger, and smarter.