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This morning's prompt lead to a twisting, turning collection of words, some which are quite potent and will be crafted into a retelling: especially that opening statement. I have grappled long and hard with that reality of my life AND I have never connected it to my business building. The more I travel along this journey of picking myself up after falling down, the more closely related I believe the two are indeed. Also, this post will be slightly different because I will include the replay before the writing rather than the other way around. Always playing!
When I focus on my strengths, I remember.
The world chose me.
My parents didn’t.
I need to remember to choose the world, to love the world back.
Actually, loving is a strength. Loving random strangers and complimenting the good about them is a strength. It is an uncanny knack I have, to be a witness to greatness within whomever crosses my path even my wacked out neighbors this morning.
Driving home after dropping Samuel I smiled and laughed to myself about the yellow cup atop my neighbor’s long black car that looks like a morticians prom mobile.
“I wonder why that plastic yellow cup is on my neighbor’s car?” and I laughed.
Choosing laughter is a strength.
Conscious word choice, a strength.
When I focus on my strengths I am acknowledging I am capable, I am holy, my words and moments are sacred. When I focus on my strengths I remember to reach out to people I love who have been absent from my day-to-day lately. Reach out. Reach in. Reach out. Reach in. Love.
This is me, Julie, writing on my laptop that has seen brighter shinier days. This is me, bent knee, straight leg, breathing in and out and in. This is me, listening to some funky indescribable to me music – a guitar? A sitar, a synthesizer surely and a woman’s voice whispering stuff I can’t understand. I think it’s meant to be soulful?
This is me, smiling, re-reading my question.
This is me, overflowing with ideas, praying the best take root. That is a notepad. That is a pen. This is me across the room from the notepad and pen.
These noticings: a strength.