I have come to find a lot of strength in the smallest of symbols.
You’ll know by now that I have a thing for feathers. I hadn’t happened across one in a while so when I woke up to find a feather on my pillow (the teeniest, tiniest of feathers might I add) it was a comforting reminder of what I’ve been through and just how far I’ve come.
If I have learnt anything in the last four months it is that nothing will get better unless you do.
I think that whenever we feel like we are hard done by or are in a position that we don’t want to be in we can lose sight of our purpose.
There will always be someone who will tell you no and hold you back from doing what you are meant to be doing but in my experience most of the time that person is you (or your own self doubt).
Whenever I falter it is generally because I have forgotten to listen to myself and have become blinded by the pursuits of others.
I must always remind myself that I am on my own journey.
If ever I lose sight of that path, I’ll immerse myself in something that I absolutely love to do and that is not necessarily the thing I do for a living but a hobby, craft or passion project.
And whenever I do this, I find that fresh ideas come to light, things start to align and new doors open.