That moment when you realize your own worth...followed rapidly by the discovery of just how short you've been selling yourself and for just how long you've been doing it.
Dearest Me,
Never forget that moment. I'm writing to you just in case down the road you lose your way (yet again). Though, I pray my admonishment proves unnecessary. So often it's hard to listen to or trust others. But, this is me and I'm writing this to you because I think that you've finally gotten to a place where you have learned to trust me above all others. I implored you previously to hold onto your pearls. Yet, you mistrusted me and chose not to listen to sense. I beg you, never make such a mistake again. Credit me, yourself, with the intelligence due and choose wisely. Be mindful of where you spend yourself and all the good things you have to offer the world. Make sure you're getting a bargain; don't let yourself get swindled. You're more than just good enough when there are no other options. You're high quality, like finery one would purchase if they but had the means. Once bought, you should expect to be the favorite. You should expect to get cared for like the luxury investment you are!
Silly girl! Don't waste your time and energy traveling a dead end street. Reign in that foolish curiosity! Whatever lies there is of little value, regardless of what it is, because it lies still at a dead end. Once you are there, once you achieve it and see it, what is left for you to do but either cease traveling, cease growing, cease the journey or to turn around and travel back from where you came, if such a place still exists? For the roads in life's journey are not static like the roads of the literal world. So far you've not seen this for yourself. This truth has not manifest itself in your journey, blessed as you are.
In any case, I have seen it. I have traveled to the end and back. I can tell you surely, what lies down that road and you don't want it, though it may be tempting to allow yourself, allow us, to desire it. What feels warm and alive inside you will be returned cold and hard. The words which please your ears will and should disgust your intelligence. There is a reduction of you, and all your wonder and worth, to a trinket, carried around for adornment, yet, assigned no sentimental value. Really, you must know that you are an amazing treasure, which should be valued not just in word but in deed. Though, at times deeds may be misguided, at the very least you deserve to be openly claimed and, dare I say, revered as such a treasure. You deserve more than lip service my dear and the occasional crumb of acknowledgement of one or two of all your may virtues.
Promise me you'll not sip from such poison, but rather drink deeply from the refreshment of the bounty of praise set before you. Don't pay a kingdom for a hovel, dear girl. You were made a queen. Remember your making, the place which you, indeed we, began from and the lofty place you now enjoy. It is folly to deny yourself such things and renounce their noble origin. You need not search for true valuation and honor. For, you well know where these will be given to you. And you cannot fault the source if at times you feel taken for granted. For, have you not been guilty of such offenses yourself? I promise you, we have.
I hope, quite earnestly, that these words call to mind the events and the awakening which inspired them. Having recalled these things, I wish that you might take heed, for our sake. For how many times must a lesson be learnt, my dear soul?
With deep sincerity,
