Practicing life.
I am not perfect. I am only me and I slip. It seems like for every two steps forwards, I slide one back, and then I have to make that progress all over again. I'm not sure hwere I am, and I'm having a hard time appreciating myself, my journey, my capabilities and strengths and triumphs. I've turned to eating again, of which I'm not proud, and of slighting my friends because of my own insecurities. I'm tired of not being able to see my progress.
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Disturb us, friend, when we are too well-pleased with ourselves;
When our dreams have come true because we have dreamed too little;
When we have arrived in safety because we have sailed too close to the shore.
Stir us, friend, to dare more boldly,
To venture seas where storms shall show Creation’s majesty.
Where losing sight of land, we shall find the stars.
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