I grew up happy, bright, and full of life. Then I got married, and slowly but surely, the light I was born with began to get dim… and dimmer… and dimmer, until it went completely out. It was a gradual descent, I didn’t even know it was happening. In fact, I didn’t realize that I’d allowed my light to go out until it began to come on again. Does that make sense?
Put another way, I got so used to compromising and giving in to the desires of my husband, that I lost parts of myself in the process. And soon I was in the dark.
But I can’t blame him! He didn’t blow my light out, he never had that much power. No, I blew my own light out by not saying things that should have been said and by ignoring things I shouldn’t have ignored – all for the sake for trying to keep the peace and keep my marriage intact.
Well, we see where that got me!
Oh, but once I left his house, once I exhaled, once I loosened my own chains, I could feel something happening on the inside. It was strangely familiar and soon I realized that it was my light coming back on. I was back to me again! Michelle Obama might say “I was becoming!” But for me, I was becoming again. And as Peaches and Herb might say, I was reuniting with myself and it “felt so good!”
From this point forward, I try my best to sparkle on a daily basis, and if my sparkle hurts anybody’s eyes, they are free to borrow my sparkle shades. I’m wearing them in this picture (yes, my hair looks like a chicken, but don’t judge me, I was doing the best I could that day. LOL!) I have time to make up for and for me not to sparkle at this point would be a crime. I was born to sparkle. And so were you.
Go get your sparkle!