Rewriting My Story

I wish I could blame the time lapse on baby #2. I have enough excuses to justify my long absence. I’m now a momma of two, working full time and in school. I have reached another level of exhaustion and cannot seem to catch up on my sleep. 

Truth is I’ve been scared as heck to write.I’ve been avoiding this blog because within the last six months I’ve felt every emotion named and I’ve had many meltdowns. I have been afraid of being vulnerable in this season. 

The older I become, the more I realize what parts of Liz are true and what parts of myself have been created to appease others. The layers of fake-ness are slowly peeling off and I don’t want people to see the Liz I’ve been hiding. I don’t want to be judged or criticized for things that make me unique.

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I was not created to live in fear of people.

I’m rewriting my story and it starts like this…

 I am strong.

I am fearless.