My line of Dumpties
All the King’s horses and all the King’s men…
I had a huge epiphany yesterday…. the older I get… The faster I recover from falling down (metaphorically that is.) My body may take a little more time healing, but my heart seems to jump right back up. Once upon a time when something or someone tried to rob me of my joy, I’d dwell on it and let it knock me down and then I’d stay there and wallow in it.
Now, I just brush my shoes off and move on. And it is so freeing to be able to do that. To step back and evaluate the situation and the source and not be held hostage by someone else’s point of view. Over the years I have put so much value on the opinions of others (no matter how ludicrous) and I have needed everyone’s validation.
Maybe… because I have hit rock bottom so many times that I’ve learned to start building my foundation from down there. And have begun to finally leave all the baggage of others behind. I have finally learned that by doing so, I can rise up faster and farther and stronger than I’d ever imagined. To look up from the bottom, get down on my knees and know HE is there with me as I smile and say “I know that was you God, thank you.” I don’t need All The King’s Horses and all the King’s men to put me together again because I am not broken! And will no longer allow anyone to tell me differently.
NOW, I can just let it go. Where I used to beat something into the ground and let what other’s think, hold me hostage from my joy. Now I have learned to give others their space to think what they want but to no longer let it affect me, to know that my value is not someone else’s perception of who they need me to be, or wish I was, but to remain 100% authentically true to myself .