I am most myself in the quiet, laying close to my husband when everyone else is sleeping.
I am most myself walking in the woods and hills with my puppies, who expect nothing but love and care from me.
I am most myself in my home, surrounded by the people and things that I have chosen to love.
I am most myself when I let go of what others think of me.
I am most myself when I am alone and the pressures of the world are not pulling on me.
I am most myself in prayer, releasing all that I can.
I am most myself sharing with women the experiences of my life.
I am most myself writing love letters to God in my journal.
I am most myself when I am laughing. Hard.
I am most myself when I am grieving the daughter I lost.
I am most myself when I am in the calm of my own self control.
I am most myself when whenever I stop the foolishness of my ego and remember who I am.
I am most myself when I am up to my elbows in junk at flea markets and thrift stores.
I am most myself when I am sharing my love of vintage with others.
I am most myself when I am learning myself.
I am most myself when I am loving and forgiving.
I am most myself in the moment of decision to be myself.
I have learned over the years that being yourself is a choice. It may come naturally to us as children, but that natural instinct is sometimes squeezed out of us as we grow. Sometimes being yourself is hard because for some, being yourself means going against the grain of everything you have been taught to believe.
There is no better place to be than in yourself. Accepting the good of it with the not so great. I have found that when I am myself, I attract the right people, the right opportunities come my way and the hard of life is much easier to endure.
Choosing to be myself has been both my greatest achievement and my hardest struggle. now that I have some of it under my belt, life is easier to navigate.