your path suggest

one day you finally knew what you had to do, and began

[justforsmiles]

“I am my own person, as are you. My pace is not the same as yours, and that’s more than okay.”  // Read more here.

What are some things that you are proud of about yourself?

[yourpathsuggestions]

You are not alone. Do you know that? No matter how you feel, what things you’ve gone through, someone else has sat where you sit now. 

[smelsea]

[yourpathsuggestions]

It's okay to take your time in sharing your story. I hope you feel comfortable opening up (or not opening up) at your very own pace, and to the people you choose.

[yourpathsuggestions]

Sometimes things take awhile, to heal, to process, to clear out. That doesn't mean you're going nowhere.

[rosiitea]

Flowers

[cashmeremilk]

[yourpathsuggestions]

what you're dealing with now is so huge. You have no idea what your life will look like beyond this. Hang on for that unknown future

[thislovelylifeee-blog]

[yourpathsuggestions]

you realize one day that you do not have to be perfect. It's okay if you talk too much about one thing, or if you take up too much space or make too much noise. You've been told, either by yourself or others, that if everyone isn't totally happy with you 100% of the time, you have done something Wrong. But it's alright if your friends or family are sometimes annoyed by you! that's perfectly healthy and normal. You get to voice your desires, and wants, and needs, even if they contradict someone else's. You've been trying to squeeze into everyone else's ideas of perfect for so long that you've lost sight of yourself. It's okay. You don't have to do that anymore. you stretch into your new skin, feeling the sun warm against your body. You are here.

[yourpathsuggestions]

One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began, though the voices around you kept shouting their bad advice – though the whole house began to tremble and you felt the old tug at your ankles. “Mend my life!” each voice cried. But you didn’t stop. You knew what you had to do, though the wind pried with its stiff fingers at the very foundations, though their melancholy was terrible. It was already late enough, and a wild night, and the road full of fallen branches and stones. But little by little, as you left their voice behind, the stars began to burn through the sheets of clouds, and there was a new voice which you slowly recognized as your own, that kept you company as you strode deeper and deeper into the world, determined to do the only thing you could do – determined to save the only life that you could save.

Mary Oliver The Journey