What You Think Of Yourself...

What you think of yourself is far more important than what others think of you.  

There will be days when people will try to tear you down. Don't let them win. Hold your head high, walk proudly, and remember when you've done the best you can do, there is nothing anyone can say to take that away from you. 

Keep the song in your heart, and memorize it well. Play it over and over; soon others will take notice and look up to you. Some may even ask you for advice. 

You have what it takes to succeed. You're a person of integrity, wisdom, and faith. If nagging doubts ever enter your mind, the kind where you question if what you're doing is right, pause for a moment, close your eyes, and just do what you need to do...believe, believe, believe.  

~Kris Ackerman

Fear

I have accepted fear as a part of life, specifically the fear of change, the fear of the unknown. I have gone ahead despite the pounding in the heart that says: Turn back, turn back; you'll die if you venture too far.

~ Erica Jong

Accept Fear

I have accepted fear as a part of life, specifically the fear of change, the fear of the unknown. I have gone ahead despite the pounding in the heart that says: Turn back, turn back; you'll die if you venture too far.
~ Erica Jong

Fear

We are afraid of losing what we have,
whether it's our life or our possessions and property.
But this fear evaporates when we understand
that our life stories and the history of the world
were written by the same hand.

~Paul Coelho

My Mask

I keep my mask right with me, everywhere I go,

In case I might need to wear it, so that me doesn’t show.

I’m so afraid to show you me; afraid of what you’ll do –

You might laugh at me, or say mean things, or I might even lose you.

I’d like to take my mask off, to let you look at me.

I want you to try to understand, and please love what you see.

So if you’ll be patient and close your eyes, I’ll pull it off, very slow.

Please understand how much it hurts to let the real me show.

Now my mask is taken off – I feel naked, bare and cold.

If you still love what you see, you’re my friend pure as gold.

But, I want to save my mask and hold it in my hand.

I need to keep it handy in case someone else doesn’t understand.

Please protect me, my new friend; and thank you for loving me true.

But please, let me keep my mask with me, until I love me, too.

~Author unknown but greatly appreciated