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Message In A Bottle
This letter is dedicated to you, me, her, him, they, them, us, and we.
Dear Old Me,
This letter is long overdue. I’ve been searching for you. I’ve been looking and lost so I decided to write you.
When exactly did we part? It’s hard to say. I am stuck between finding you and what does it matter anyway? My head spins and my chest pounds. I need self love, growth, and grace and I need it profound.
During this quest, I have done some digging and deep soul searching. I am caught in a whirlwind with all I have been learning.
‘I don’t do enough, I’m disorganized and forgetful’ are just some of my thoughts. My worth is based on someone else’s definition of production is the bridge that I bought. Were you like this? Full of self doubt, I don’t remember. A self scrutinizing people pleaser who has trouble speaking up?! Have I surrendered?!
Where are you old me? Do you want to be found? Where are you old me? I am tired of looking around.
Is it me? Am I really the problem? Nah that can’t be. My thinking has been backward. I am the key. I have dug deep enough, it’s time to stop and plant. It is all in my thoughts and words, stop saying I can’t!
