Strength

Strength is a funny thing. It comes in many forms. Physically, emotionally, mentally. To me, being patient is a sign of strength. It takes a strong character to be patient and wait. To leave words unsaid.

In my life today, strength is represented by be willing to do what is necessary. Even if it isn't necessarily what I want to be doing. Strength is be willing to show up, do what I am asked, put my best face on, and take on the day. And some days, strength means getting up again tomorrow and doing it all again.

Strength also comes in taking on a new work out routine. Even when muscles hurt that I had forgotten I had, strength is getting up early enough to do it again tomorrow before work. What I love is that not only does it make me feel better, in the long run I love feeling the physicality of strength in my body. Muscles are awesome. Getting toned is awesome. Strength can feel mighty good.

Lastly, what comes is mind is the strength is takes to be vulnerable. You must be so strong in order to be exposed, vulnerable, and what many consider as weak. To really be yourself and lay your heart and soul out on the table. It isn't easy but it's wonderful to let others know the real you. Too see you, the good and the questionable, the positive and the less than delightful, the all of you. It takes strength to be human, to be humble, to be.