Being real means I do not have to pretend to be perfect.
I am glad that I know the difference, and understand that it is okay to be afraid, sad or unhappy, and that when I am those things, it does not define me. The emotions come and go, like they do for all of us, but when they do, I try to figure out where they are coming from, and why they are causing me pain.
In choosing to live some parts of my life out in the open, I am often told by people that don’t know me personally (other than through the blogs and posts) that I seem to be so strong all of the time.
I will be the first one to tell you that I am far from perfect, or even that strong. I am broken and bashed just like most people that have had significant life events occur in their lives. It doesn’t mean that I am broken forever, just maybe in pieces for a while.
I measure strength in others by perseverance and patience – in any situation you can feel hardship and defeat, but the measure of strength in someone is seen by their ability to keep going, even when the going gets tough.
I am no stronger than any of you – I have really bad days, sad days, and hard days. Somewhere along the path I just decided that there is always something in the hard moments that can keep me going – faith is a very powerful tool when used in moment such as those.
I want all of you to know that we are all the same – we all have things in our lives that we are working through. Remembering that sometimes people need a bit of grace on days that they seem out of sorts can be a gift; a gift that may come back to you when you need some grace on a bad day.