It took me many years to appreciate the fabulous gifts I was born with. Thank God, I finally did. Finally able to believe I am enough, I am more than enough. I am special and unique and I have a purpose.
Each one of us can say the same. It's simply a matter of taking the time to do the work. For me, it was releasing pent up rage and resentment. Most of which I was unaware. Even in my denial of it, every decision I made came out of it.
It really takes courage and for some (me) to get to the point where the pain became too unbearable. Either I delt with it, or I was going to self-destruct. In the dealing with it, acknowledging it, came the realization; the magic was always there, buried under the muck.
For these past couple of years, on this quest to re-frame freedom, I feel closer than ever. Most prisons are of our own making, we alone hold the keys to freedom from them. It must start with giving grace to ourselves and recognizing our own glory and power. Once I realized this truth, everything changed for me.
Today, I see, my freedom comes from my mind, my spirit, not my circumstances.
Fantasizing the freedom to know who I am and rejoicing in it.