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Posted by MrsHaffly on Jul 21, 2010 in Ramblings | 2 commentsSometimes I hurt. And I hate being weak. It’s more fun to be strong and in control. So I breathe in the strength of my ancestors and toss aside the rest. Carpe the damn diem.
Sometimes I hurt. And I hate being weak. It’s more fun to be strong and in control. So I breathe in the strength of my ancestors and toss aside the rest. Carpe the damn diem.
Being strong is tiring, but it’s what I do. And it’s what people expect of me. Showing pain or hurt isn’t what people want from me. They want me to be the rock and the glue. It’s that, that makes me sad late at night in the privacy of my thoughts. It has always been this way with the women of our family. They’ve been the strength of all of us for generations and I carry that tradition on. Showing weakness isn’t acceptable and I have to remind myself of that everyday when I get up. Great, Ma, and my mother would be highly disappointed if I let weakness or insecurity or my own unhappiness stop me from plowing ahead for the people who depend on me.
Being strong all the time can be tiring. You need to allow yourself to be weak from time to time. To let the hurt in, so that it doesn’t fester, allow yourself to feel pain so that in time you can heal. Like the old saying goes, “What doesn’t kill us, makes us stronger” You’ve been through a lot in your life and are still going thru it, day by day…but it’s made you into the incredible person you are today. One that I’m proud to have on my side, one that I’m proud to call my friend. So, seize the day my friend, but at the end of it, should you feel like letting your shield down, know that it’s ok.