I am strong because I recognize my weaknesses and own them. My bad days are not a sign of failure but are the days that I am fighting my hardest and I know that my strength is greater than my struggles. I am a warrior.
It almost borders on narcissism to talk about oneself with any form of adulation. It is as if you are opening up a voyeuristic door into the heart of your soul; but self-confidence requires sometimes, that we push the shackles of shyness aside and come out of our self-imposed shells, allowing eyes, ears and minds to take a glimpse into our soft core.
The softness of my core has been built with Resilience and Adaptive strength that even tends to surprise me as well. Having weathered some very discomfiting and turbulent seasons in my life, I have only come out more refined and stronger.
I sincerely do not accord this character trait to my individual strength, but to the Grace of God which abounds and has proven to be enduring.
Bearing grudges is to harbor pain and a waste of time by allowing someone to occupy rent-free space in my head. Thus said, for some reason which I cannot decipher, I do not indulge in creating expectations from anyone, that way I have no lingering feelings of disappointment if they should fail to meet such expectations.
By so doing, every little warm gesture becomes a pleasure to be savored.
As much as I like lovely, expensive things 😉 I am very, very contented with simple things.