Throughout history we have searched for a way to pass blame or find excuses for bad behavior.

Every culture has it’s own version of the dark thing in the night that preys upon the innocent.

I do not doubt that some (if not all) of these dark spirits exist, and I know that there are some things, some really bad things, that are truly beyond our control.

I know only that in my 45 years on this planet, I have done far more harm to myself than they have done to me.

We have many names for the thing that lives in all of us…  addiction, rage, jealousy, fear

I am trying to take responsibility for my own self-sabotage.

When did i learn to fear following my heart, my dreams?

Every one of us fights any number of wars every day, on so many fronts.  The battles rage and the sound of the chaos drowns out the small voice.

The small voice is the one that says “you are good enough”, “you are beautiful”, “you are worthy”, “you are loved”, “you are precious”.

I have to struggle sometimes to hear it, but when I do, the “demons” lose their power over me, and I feel calm.

I’m assuming that I am not the only one caught up in this fight.

If you have not heard your small voice today, take a moment to try and find it.

I would stand beside you guys on the front line and whisper in your ear to help you remember.   Maybe if we constantly remind each other, our whispered words will overpower the sounds of chaos.

You are good enough, you are beautiful, you are worthy, you are loved, you are precious.

Let’s kick some “demon” arse today.

I love you guys.

 

Slán,

 

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