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Trading In And Trading Up.

  • cynthiafoustvenner
  • Oct 21, 2021
  • 1 min read

I have recently decided that I am ready to trade in.


To trade up.


I am ready for a new life.


I am done with being shamed, I am ready to be spectacular.


I am over being hurt, and ready to be happy.


I am finished with being underrated, and welcome the concept of being underestimated.


I have concluded I am not annoying, I am awesome.


I am more than ready to forget lonely, and remember love.


I am over and done with being vilified, and totally ready for feeling valued and validated.


I am excited to go from neglected, to noticed.


From being a nuisance to nursed.


From pitied to prioritized.


I am tired of tripping over triggers.


I am ready to forgo hurt, and find happy.


Leaving critiques, to entertain compliments.


Punishment to praise.


Insults to intrigue.


I am open to be found inspiring, not irrational.


To become supported, not stifled.


To have an advocate, not adversary.


Futile to fantastic.


Discovered to not be a bother, but beautiful.


From insignificant to interesting.


Ancillary to amazing.


I am concluded with sitting, and am ready to stand.


It's my turn now.


Xoxo,

C.

 
 
 

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