Loving her Waves Diatarachí Series#1

Loving her Waves Diatarachí Series#1

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Diatarachí Series#1 Loving her Waves "A diamond with a flaw is worth more than a pebble without imperfections" Do you sometimes berate yourself for not being "better" in some way? As you reflect on your life at work, at home, at play and in relationship, can you see instances where you wanted to be perfect, and you weren't? One way we measure success and greatness is by assessing our failures - or rather, what we have learned about ourselves through these failures. There is no perfection without fault - none. The self-reflection that follows failure is the catalyst that fosters improvement, growth and greatness. Do you spend time lamenting that you will never be perfect? Do you hate yourself as you list all the things at which you'll never be perfect? Do you have memories of someone telling you you'll never be good enough? Do you constantly ask, "What have I done wrong?" That's what Heart always asks herself. With the flaws that heart has, can anyone accept her, can anyone love her waves if the world she leads is about to reject her?
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Locked In

You don't believe me anyways. You don't see me throwing away my inhibitions or filling up my online shopping cart. You don't see me diving into new life goals and careers and areas of study. You don't see my cry to myself in the car when my chest sinks in and my head gets crushed in a vice. You don't feel the panic in my stomach whenever I must make human contact. And you sure don't see how hard I try. How I wake up every morning and apply my mask. My work mask- to conceal all of this. But.... It's been the same mask for many years And my mask is wearing thin. My sadness, my anger, my paranoia and grand euphoria are trying to become a part of your world too. A world where it's not welcome. A world where it's not understood, where it's frowned upon.

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