Moving Forward

Life teaches us, sometimes the hard way, what we need. We can set our hearts on something all we want, but only the universe sees the big picture and maybe what a person wants, isn’t good for them. Life has a funny way of moving you through it just as it might bring you to it in the first place. The experience might be the point, as if we are forged in fire, through the obstacles, the heartache and woes, we go through a lot to come out well-balanced and stronger on the other side.

Don’t grieve people or things that couldn’t see the treasure in you. Be gentle with yourself, allow yourself to feel it and let it go. There’s better on the horizon and while you didn’t know it, the universe did this whole time. You are being built for better things, your strength will grow and you will demolish anything that stands in the way. It might not feel like it now but you needed to cultivate that strength so that you can navigate what is meant for you. Your own voice should never be drowned out by others, your thoughts and feelings come from your perspective, stop allowing others to shift your internal dialogue to benefit them. Be confident in yourself and all that you are and have to offer. Untie the weight of failed dreams, failed relationships and falling short, these things keep you drowning when you were always meant to fly.

Published by izzysconfessions

I was born and raised in the smallest of towns in Southwest Virginia. A town that is extraordinarily active, yet a town that is like it's very own little mini Bible belt. My dad was Baptist, my mom pentecostal, and I'm paranormal. I would venture to say it is somewhat of a family trait. One that is met with equal acceptance and curiosity as much as it is met with skepticism. Individually and collectively so much has been experienced and witnessed at times to such a degree that one might wonder how on earth there is room for doubt. I dont have all the answers, I do not have it all figured out. Im as human as everyone else relying heavily many mornings on a lot of coffee and a little Jesus. In fact, I can't decide what I want for dinner most days. One constant is I cannot go a single day without chocolate. Pour a cup of coffee, or a little tea and whiskey and join me in my confessions of a haunted freak.

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