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Renewed.

  • cynthiafoustvenner
  • Jul 3, 2021
  • 1 min read

Just when I thought my show had been canceled, I have found it renewed, moreover, signed on for multiple new seasons.


Just as I had nearly given up on people, on happiness, on my future.


I was found.


Renewed.


Saved.


As it turns out, all I needed was me.


I didn't need someone or something.


I needed to see me.


Remember the little girl that could hold a room hostage as she sang "Tomorrow" to a room full of dinner guests.


The baby that got every commercial her Mother had her audition for.


The girl who interviewed female gold medalist Olympians for her high school newspaper.


The woman who won Teacher of the Year at the school where she taught.


The person who over the years had completely forgotten all this, whose confidence had been depleted. A girl who had become exhausted.


A girl who had been made time and time again to feel as if she was asking too much. A girl who was made to believe she wasn't entitled to an opinion. Wasn't allowed to have feelings, especially if they were negative.


But I have found her. I have remembered her feelings, her thoughts, her opinions, her knowledge.


Better yet, I have encountered acceptance, encouragement and validation on a scale even bigger than I could have imagined.


I'm here ladies and gentlemen.


The newest Season of Me is coming to you.


Get ready!


Xoxo,

C.


 
 
 

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