"I can let shit go," and other reminders that I've needed this week.

A list from the journal on things I needed to remind myself of in this tough season.

As seen earlier this year after visiting a new friend’s home.

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I can let shit go.

I don’t have to hold onto things, especially when holding on no longer serves me.

I know that I can hold a grudge, hell I’m still mad at a girl who spilled hot cheese sauce on me in high school and didn’t say sorry.

I can also admit that sometimes I look up and realize I’m still holding onto things simply because I had spent so long holding onto them.

I no longer want to harbor hurtful feelings or to be easily triggered by them.

Even though it is extremely difficult for me to do sometimes, I know that I can let shit go.

And sometimes it’s as simple as just deciding to let it go, give yourself permission to. As cheesy as it sounds.

I can get through this moment.

I won’t say “I will get through this moment” because I don’t know or believe that right now. And I feel better when I’m honest with myself. But I do think that I can get through this moment because I’ve continued to get through previous tough moments that also felt like losing battles and seemed endless.

I am a bomb ass mother.

Parenting is hard. Parenting while neurodivergent, episodic, and unemployed is hard af. And my stubborn, resilient, frustrating, loving, moody two-nager who refuses to consistently use the potty is stressing me out. But, I’m a great mom, even when that looks like turning on her television and taking a moment to pause in my closet before reacting to her tantrum then so be it. Screen time be damned.

My mind is beautiful.

Even when it is dark, twisty, and scary—it is beautiful and so are you.

I am so damn proud of me.

As the only person who has first-hand knowledge of the totality of you, woman.. I’m so proud of you.

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