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I'm learning to realize that as I age I not only rely on the wisdom I've gained over the years.  I also am more comfortable with who I am, what I believe.  Years ago it was truly important what others thought and how they viewed me.  That approval was something that I depended on to continue on my path.  Putting that dependence into another's hands can be a dangerous practice.

I reclaimed that power several years ago.  And now am fully able to embrace it.

When others are proud of me or believe in me that is truly an added bonus.  Yet it doesn't sustain me.

Now I'm more than okay to trade the glass slippers in for my running shoes.  It feels good to me.  Don't need to brag about it.  Just need to lean into it and embrace it.

My circle is much smaller these days.  My husband and daughter are my immediate focus.  And those I work with are there too.  I see these two groups every day.  THEY sustain me.

Forget trying to impress the others, try making yourself proud.  To be honest it's a much needed and much harder practice.  And boy will it change you!!



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