(Forewarning - poor grammar - stream of consciousness writing ahead...)
I've been thinking a lot lately about how I feel in my own skin. So many women just don't feel comfortable in their own skin. It's sad really. I'm 29 and I'll be 30 in just over half a year and I'm finally starting to feel comfortable in my own skin - not everyday but most days. There is something magical in my brain about turning 30; I am excited for it! I feel like it will be a real turning point or, that I'll have some how official gotten over the hump that has been life for the past few years.
So why now? I'm not sure exactly. I mean, I've been through a lot of crap in the past 2 years that could make me feel horrible about myself but I think all that crap is what in a round about way makes me realize how strong I am, how "fearfully and wonderfully made" I am. How I can face adversity and come out stronger on the other side. How I can turn a negative in to a positive (or as positive as possible). Going through crap has a way of making you look at things differently - in a more positive way, glass half full, don't sweat the small stuff....
In the past year I have become more away of the need to empower women or, at least more passionate about it. I used to think I would only ever work with kids now, I'm not so sure. (But with women usually come kiddos.) Selling Thirty-One has made me feel more confident. The company is about more than bags. It's motto is to Celebrate, Encourage and Reward women and I have felt all three of those for myself since I started selling a little over a year ago.
I hit submit on my application to the occupation therapy doctoral program this week. I might get in, I might not (it's uber competitive) but either way I'll still be me. What I didn't say on my application is that I see OT as being a way to reach the least, last and lost just as Jesus did. I could have flat out written that but I chose a more pc way to share my faith and how it influences my decisions and the populations I would like to work with.
There are pictures I like of myself now. I never really used to like pictures of myself so, that's another indicator that I've changed a bit.
end of rambling...
It's funny how as I get older, I feel more and more content with being just exactly who I am. I don't miss my teenage years at all (except maybe the pants size...)
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