Dear Muse, Yay! for your courage and assertiveness, and for being promoted for it!! :tup: :) Hooray!
Oh yes, please do continue to write your own! (I enjoy that! :) :tup: )
Well, I'm not quite aware of self-care, but I manage to care better for others. I think I used to be more analytical, now because I realize how little I know, and probably being tired, I try to 'get through' more than plan. Not ideal, but someone said somewhere half of the battle is to just show up. Probably for me more than half. :rolleyes:
I can't recall when I was last strong, or being proud of it. But I do recall when I last felt best, and I would say with that I felt guardedly-hopeful, more at peace, more energy, and actually happy.
I guess I was somewhat 'strong' by admitting my weakness, since I feared saying (re:SI) the consequences of saying could have been horrendous, I expected them to be. Also to admit very scary stuff, to be honest about the stuff I am/ was ashamed of.
I guess I was strong persevering despite threats and fears. Also despite being more tempted to give up or avoid than to try.
I guess I've been 'strong' ('ish') to believe despite when other people tell me I'm wrong, or to trust when I'm not used to it.
When my dad died I only cried twice,once was months after, and one of my sisters said, "What's a matter with you, you were doing so well and now you're falling apart". But it was not normal to not cry, it was normal to cry. Especially at that age. So that kind of 'weakness', or the like, is what I would consider 'stronger' now. To do the things, or 'try' or 'risks' I normally wouldn't have.
And hopefully not to become grumpy or bitter or such! :eek: :p
Love to you Muse, xoxox. :hug: