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Stolen Opportunities.

  • cynthiafoustvenner
  • Jun 18, 2023
  • 2 min read

Updated: Nov 10, 2023

Don't let anyone steal your opportunities.


Make sure YOU choose your options.


FIGHT for what YOU want.


However, do it wisely.


We are all afforded chances.


We are all offered the opportunity to achieve.


But WE need to select them.


STRIVE for what WE want.

AND that needs to be an active choice.


We need to protect the fact that we can all do what we want.


Don't let the dictators in.


Be your own captain.


Leader.

We need to be reminded that we must consider harking back on the fact that, we are, in fact, enough.


We can't forget the need to recall, we always have been.


Enough.

We are here.


Present.


Ready to face the music.


Even when we don't like the song.

We need to be smart enough to acknowledge, we always will be ok, even when we don't believe we will.

Don't stand in your own way.

We are capable of being our own worst enemy.

NO ONE will make you experience any pain worse than you will make yourself feel.

No one will suffer and undergo your mistakes worse than you


So never let anyone one make you feel substandard.


We are human, so therefore you've most likely already done that to yourself, times 10


So, gentle reminder, go easy on yourself.

In the meantime, please just strive to be better.

And try to be the best that you can be.

Because at the end of the day, you'll be better.


Because you TRIED.

Either way, just don't let anyone steal YOUR choices.


Don't be afraid to take control.


But know your limits.


It's sounds counterintuitive because it is.

Be smart enough to know the difference.

Sometimes, that is exactly what the world needs.


Understand the process looks ugly.

But, I am not sure it should look any different.

And that is OK.


Life is a journey, not a destination.

And so are you.


A process.

It will work itself out.

We all will.

It ALL will.

Choose wisely.


I know I am trying to.


Xoxo,

C.



 
 
 

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