The Woman I’m Becoming
The woman I was yesterday, introduced me to the woman I am today; which makes me very excited meeting the woman I’ll become tomorrow.
Cheers to the woman I’m becoming.
The woman who has learnt that it is okay to be flawed. It is okay to have imperfections, for therein lies the beauty.
This woman has realised that there’s no SI unit of beauty & we all have a unique beauty within us, almost a super power unique to us alone.
This same woman has learnt that mistakes are part of life. To err is human they say. Don’t beat up yourself too much. Be patient with self. Learn from your mistakes and try not to repeat them, but if you ever do, dust yourself up and start all over again.
The woman I’m becoming is mature enough to know it’s not in the number but in the quality of the number of friends I keep. I no longer need to say I don’t have friends. I just need to cultivate those 1,2,3,4 close friends I have because they are all that matter.
This woman has taught me that to get to where I am I will need to walk with others, hold the hands of others, but there will come a time when I’ll need to make that long journey alone. It’s okay to be scared while at it, just don’t stop walking.
What I’m becoming is also reminding me that now more than ever I need to work on my walk with God and be the woman He meant for me to be, because if He is the Creator then He has the blueprint of how my life should be.
The woman I’m becoming has learnt to value and cherish family because when everything crumbles, these are the only people who will still stay on. They know the real me and will therefore not be attracted to a false idea of who they think I am.
She is also learning to be more outspoken when it comes to what she wants and how she wants it. She no longer settles for less. She negotiates a good deal for herself because she knows what she brings to the table.
The woman I’m becoming understands that there will be dark days, days that will threaten my life as I know it, but I just need to be strong and hold on to the hope that is in God.
This amazing woman reminds me not to forget the simple joys in life; like walking barefoot on the sand, hearing the sound of rain crushing against the window, laughing like a kid and just living life with reckless abandon once in awhile.
Wow! The woman I’m becoming is strong yet weak. An oxymoron in itself yet the perfect balance.
This woman is daily becoming secure and sure of herself, ready to accept both yes and/or no as an answer without letting it get so much to her.
I think I love the woman I’m becoming.