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Tough times don't last. Tough people do.

Christmas Eve 8 years ago I created this blog with the description "Tough Times Don't Last, Tough People Do" and when signing into this blog for the first time in 3 years I'm overwhelmed with emotion. It's crazy to have written proof of my journey, written proof of my yearning for hope from such a young age, and most importantly proof of my strength. I say that this past year of my life has been the hardest I have yet to experience, but I can honestly say that I think every year has been hard, and each year moving forward will just match that. I just believe I've reached a different level of awareness now, I've been on a journey for self-love, courage, and strength from the minute my heart beat into this crazy world. I've struggled with my identity for a long time, but this I know to be true. I am tough, and I am determined, and I will fight every single day to make it to the next. 

Now, at 23 I am making the vow always live my truth, trust openly, and love unconditionally with my heart facing out. To honor this journey of vulnerability and self-love I want to bring this blog to life again. Inspired by my current book"The Gifts of Inspiration" by Brene Brown, the raw and vulnerable blog written by my sister, and my fifteen year old self; I will be using this blog to heal and challenge myself, as well as advocate for vulnerability in our World. 

My first instinct is to delete my thoughts from my 15-year old self because I'm terrified of not being the always happy girl anymore, I've always been strongly reinforced for my optimism and happiness so that's been my safe place to stay. I do believe I am an optimistic person, but that's been my only answer for a lot of years, and now I'm discovering other answers. Other ways to be strong. That is always going to be a part of me, but the vulnerable parts are important to show as well. Anyway, I'm terrified to let it out, but that's the point of this whole thing isn't it? Being gentle to myself ALWAYS. At every age. So, I am taking a deep breath..... and then another, and then not pressing delete. 

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