Today was one of those “ I’m gonna be super productive today” days, until it wasn’t.
I woke up weak, tired, with a pounding headache and asthma + allergy problems but my mood was still good and I was still determined to claim the day. 💪🏽
Then I spent an hour and a half sitting in a police station trying to get a background check for myself to turn in to Jordyns school to prove that I am not a pedophile bc CCSD now requires all parent volunteers to go through fingerprinting + background checks.
The whole situation made me uneasy but I was still hanging in there....that is, until some random man invited me back to his house, at that point....I was uncomfortable, my mood was shot + there went the day. 👧🏽 Seeing as there was 16 people ahead of me + the line was moving with sloth-like speed, I left, frustrated + annoyed that some men will always find ways to be pigs...and I came home and I crawled into bed and I cried and I napped.
Here’s the thing, I’m no saint and i’ve always been very open about the fact that I wasn’t always the best person and that i’ve made some not so great decisions in my past but the lessons learned from those decisions molded me into the woman I am today. My story is my truth + I proudly stand in it. ✨
But today, for a moment in that police station, I didn’t feel so proud. Today, I felt ashamed, judged + unworthy of the beautiful life I have now.
I sat there in that police station with people who were probably also feeling judged bc lets be real, too many people see someone in a police station, the first thing they assume is “ criminal” and it got me thinking, if we forever judge people based on the worst parts of themselves would we all not just be pieces of shit?
I say all this to say, that it’s important to remind ourselves that our pasts don’t define us. It hasn’t destroyed us, deterred us, or defeated us. It has strengthened us + we should be proud of our growth and always stand in our truths bc the worst parts of our journey are only chapters, not our entire story. ❤️