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I Believe...

Blogging is a strange form of writing. It's public. I value authenticity, but sometimes being authentic and transparent isn't possible on a blog...like today...instead, I'll say this…

It's been a tough week. I've encountered a few situations that have challenged me...some expected and some unexpected. Dealing with all of this at the end of a busy school year makes it harder, because I'm also tired. Worn out. Why show up today to celebrate? I believe in it.
 


That's what this week has taught me...to hold onto my beliefs, especially when challenged. "I believe..." It's easy to say that. It's harder to live those beliefs. This week I struggled through, but I remained true to my core beliefs and that's something to celebrate.

What else do I believe? 



I believe everyone has a story.
I believe in grace and gratitude.
I believe today can be the best day.
I believe tears are cleansing.
I believe crying with a friend is better.
I believe in setting boundaries.
I believe teaching is about building relationships.
I believe it's more important to listen than to talk.
I believe that coming home to the love of a dog is the best therapy.
I believe in friends showing you who you are when you've forgotten.
I believe writing is how I enter the world.
I believe walking a labyrinth calms the mind.
I believe quiet is healing.
I believe in asking for help. I believe in celebrating struggles & successes.


What do you believe? 



Thank you to Ruth Ayres for providing this space to share our celebrations. Please join us and share your own!



Comments

  1. Michelle, celebrating and adhering to this fabulous set of beliefs is wonderful. Hope the weekend refreshes you and the situation that is causing you pain is quickly resolved.

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  2. I believe that you will get through this storm because you are a strong person. Sending you sunshine and smiles...and a text message!

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  3. Finding celebration through the tough times helps to heal the wounds of the week. I love your poem/list of your beliefs. Here's to a restful weekend and fresh start of a new week.

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  4. Michelle, thank you for showcasing the word believe, my OLW, to remind me of the power of believing, especially as you said it, "I believe writing is how I enter the world." Believing is powerful.

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  5. Sorry that you had a tough week. I admire how you find strength and celebrate from your heart.

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  6. I believe that you are a remarkable woman with the gift of seeing joy and persevering in your faith in what is good and true. That is what I believe. And, you are right about the strangeness of blogging...we can share, and yet we can't share all.

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  7. I believe you see goodness in spite the trouble. I believe you are true to you beliefs because in the dark times you go back to them. Blogging is a strangely safe space to share when other places aren't.

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  8. I believe that you are one of the most positive people I know! Stay strong, friend!

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  9. I believe in celebrating too. Thank you for sharing this post. I believe it helped you to refocus. I know it helped my to refocus.

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