The Morning After

After my blog the other day, I received lots of love and even sadness which I didn't expect. I really don't know what reaction I expected because I did it for me. What I've realized is that honesty and transparency is scary for some. I'm not bothered about what you know about me. I'm bothered by what I don't know about myself. Its all a spiritual thing. Its a God thing. Its a Universe thing. I listen. I respond. I'm obedient. I do what I hear and I was told to purge via the blog, to release. Sometimes the effects are unexpected and even negative but its about being obedient to my spirit.

I greatly appreciate those who reached out to me with kind words and who were full of understanding. Thank you. This is just the first days to a life of happiness and fulfillment but I have to wash away the muck. I'm seeking the freedom of my soul. I meant every word and its liberating. My journey is for my purpose and its all good. I understand God. I've stepped up for this and its really all good.

I'm very grateful and I'm good. I looked at the woman in the mirror. More should do the same.

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