“Courage, sacrifice, determination, commitment, toughness, heart, talent, guts.  That’s what little girls are made of.”  — Bethany Hamilton

Moving forward from my previous post . . .

It’s still a period of self-revelation and self-realization.  I went through this same thing when my father announced that he had left my mother when I was eight months old because I wasn’t a boy.  His choice was not a reflection on me, yet for years I carried the guilt of his decision

When I went through this break-up five years ago, again . . . the choice of my partner to cheat on his wife, lie to me about his intentions and the fact that he never filed for divorce, and then cheated on me with another woman while we were still together . . . these actions are not a reflection on me, yet for the past five years I have carried the burden of feeling that everything about ME was wrong.

These last few weeks have been very free-ing.  To realize that my way of doing things was not wrong.  My beliefs and perceptions and desires and ideas are not wrong. (They may get me into trouble, but they aren’t wrong.)  I’m still not superlative material, but I am gaining more confidence in my decisions.