I Promise Myself But I’m Also Tired
I promise myself I would not lie due to the aftermath of aches and anxiety that is presented around my heart space. I promise myself I will speak the truth. As uncomfortable as it is for me, I know what I said holds more honesty than fixation ideas that are all make-believe. I promise myself I would listen to the child in me that cries because her emotions let me know how I am feeling in the present moment of what I face.
To be honest, I am not a fan of the work and hustle I have to do. To seek out the vision of the lifestyle I wish to embody before the clock strikes a specific time or however the fable goes in the Disney book. But here I am, doing my best when I wish to rest; however, will it be possible to get up and continue the journey assigned to me before my first breath?
I promise myself if I fail, I will get back up, study the mistakes, consume the pearls of wisdom and somehow apply them in my life. Is it wrong for me to feel tired in the process of growth? I was taught from the unconscious mind that I must wake twice as hard do ten times better for me to be recognized and be rewarded the bare minimum. The injustice in that does not sit right with me.
So here I am, working hard for myself, to see the result of what life looks like behind my inner child’s eyes to create the vision she wishes to have that I promised will happen as long as I’m alive. And even though I am not a fan of the work and hustle, I began to look at it in the direction — another way for me to understand the perspective my child gave so I can see the bigger picture instead of the minor details.
I promise a lot to myself — even though I’m tired, I have things to do for my inner child’s sake.
