Light at the end of the tunnel.
I am not your average girl. I am not the girl next door. I am not fly as hell. I am just at the starting point.
I see a whole new future beyond me. I sit and stare, frantically questioning myself. Light at the end of the tunnel.
Speaks of hope, persistence and strife.
What am I doing?
Where am I going?
Who am I?
I see so many wonderful things, so many wonderful people. Be it moms or bloggers or whatnot. I find myself comparing. Why aren’t I like that. Why can’t I have a zillion followers and come up with such wonderful awestruck pieces.
What about me? I see them doing things.
Where did I miss the plot?
Then it hits me. I am unique. It’s with time, effort, days of hard work and sacrifice. Be it sacrificing time or money. Nothing comes easy.
As long as I don’t give up. I’ll keep trying and someday I will get there. And others will look up at me and think the very same thing I’m thinking this minute.
The light is shining through. Even through the darkness, the scary moments.
Just at the very end of the tunnel.
Don’t give up. Your blessing is here.
You came this far, you have far to go. When you feel overwhelmed or underwhelmed.
You are special. Light at the end of the tunnel.
You are unique, there is no one exactly like you
Keep striving. When you feel like giving up. When your child won’t stop crying.
This I know you don’t give up easy. Even when you have had sleepless nights.
You shine your own light. Don’t compare yourself.
Don’t sway. Don’t despair. Don’t be dismayed. Keep striving!!! When they thought you wouldn’t make it.
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