Bridget looked inside of herself, going deep within to search for the answers. She had beautiful dreams of learning new skills, getting her life balanced, and being kind. The question was, did she think she deserved it? If she thought too much on the subject, she may find that accidentally she was squashing her own desires. If left unchecked, she couldn't reach her goals.
"Do I deserve my hopes, dreams, and desires?" Bridget inquired of herself. Perhaps the 'old' her would say she did not, or find an excuse to not do them. She reflected a few times in her life when her aspirations were stifled by her own negating thoughts. Her dreams seemed too hard back then and she would often not bother finishing what she started or loose interest when it became tedious. She never stayed in the thick of it and really dealt with the uncomfortableness that inevitably came up. Those were different times. She matured a lot since then. Action Bridget was determined. She believed in herself. She was strong, powerful, but humble. The balance between her ego and self-intimidation a delicate act she had kept in check for months now. She smiled to herself and responded, "yes. I fucking do." Her heart was open and vulnerable. She took it as a sign to march forward. Her fears of not being good enough were no longer present. She didn't need to judge herself harshly any longer. She felt like she could do anything if she was only able to let go of her fear of being seen and heard. She liked herself but, other peoples opinions had a way of changing things at times. She was still afraid of her own voice. There was a power Bridget had that she was afraid of unleashing. She wished she could pretend to be a more outgoing person, at times, and allow herself to be free.
"Do I deserve my hopes, dreams, and desires?" Bridget inquired of herself. Perhaps the 'old' her would say she did not, or find an excuse to not do them. She reflected a few times in her life when her aspirations were stifled by her own negating thoughts. Her dreams seemed too hard back then and she would often not bother finishing what she started or loose interest when it became tedious. She never stayed in the thick of it and really dealt with the uncomfortableness that inevitably came up. Those were different times. She matured a lot since then. Action Bridget was determined. She believed in herself. She was strong, powerful, but humble. The balance between her ego and self-intimidation a delicate act she had kept in check for months now. She smiled to herself and responded, "yes. I fucking do." Her heart was open and vulnerable. She took it as a sign to march forward. Her fears of not being good enough were no longer present. She didn't need to judge herself harshly any longer. She felt like she could do anything if she was only able to let go of her fear of being seen and heard. She liked herself but, other peoples opinions had a way of changing things at times. She was still afraid of her own voice. There was a power Bridget had that she was afraid of unleashing. She wished she could pretend to be a more outgoing person, at times, and allow herself to be free.
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