Every Friday we unite for five minutes. Only five minutes, that's all we get, that's all we have. And then, right where we are, no edits or second thoughts, we publish those words. This week, we write on approve.
My goodness, I spent too many years of my life seeking this.
Too many years begging for it.
And although it started with family, it bled into everything and everyone else.
If I'm being honest, it still does.
Part of me wants to be heard.
Part of me wants to be seen.
Part of me wants the ones that don't believe in me to go away, no matter where you fall in my life.
Just stop talking to me about how little faith you have in me.
But, if I dig a bit deeper.
I just want to approve and be proud of me.
I am using all of the negativity as a distraction and as an excuse.
Nothing anyone says should hurt me the way words hurt me.
If I just believed and approved of, me.
