My ring is the most precious meaningful thing I've ever owned. I got the ring that more than represents my life and my future husband. It is designed by my fiancé. Made by his father. Other materials were collected by both my grandmother and his. I love it. Every time I look at it I am more blown away by the thought, history, and love that it contains.
However, here's what I've noticed. My thighs didn't get any skinnier I didn't automatically know how to do my hair. There weren't daily parades in my honor. But mostly, my demon dragons that I've left to resolved didn't get magically slain by the opening of a ring box (or in my case a notebook). I was still me. Only with a ring.
I've spent almost the past year being obsessed with Brene Brown's talks and books (and twitter. and website). Here's her TED talk (which if you have 30 mins you should watch both). I cannot agree more with her research on vulnerability, shame, and innovation. All of which I can say because of how hard it was for me to accept how susceptible I am to using and hiding myself behind shame. Including the very basic that I AM ENOUGH.
It's hard. For me. That some ring didn't come and fix everything. I guess, because, with or without my beautiful ring (as shown below) I have to be enough.
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