Unmasked...

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Whitney Houston says in one of her songs, 'I was not built to break...I didn't know my own strength...'. If this year has taught me anything, it has taught me that I was not built to break.

One morning you wake up, and everything you've known, everything you've become accustomed to, can crumble down. I woke up one morning and everything was alright with my world. When I got home the evening, everything was turned upside down and inside out. I cried. And cried. And cried some more. I cried until I had nothing left to purge. And when I was done, I said 'Lord you know my heart' and left it in His hands. There really wasn't much I could. I had no more fight left in me. So I gave it over to the Lord. 

It helps. When you've done everything you can possibly do and you get to the point where there is nothing more you can do, you hand it over. You pray to your Higher Being and you hand it over. 

I've grown in strength this year. Not physically, but mentally and emotionally. Definitely spiritually too. In those quiet moments, when no one understands, and words seem to fail you, that's when you have to be comfortable sitting in your silence. Unclothed. Naked. Unmasked. Sitting in your silence. 

I wrote today, not really sure what the message was behind this. And as I reach the end of this post, I realize there really is no major life lesson except this: 

When you are comfortable, in those moments of solitude, unmasked and naked, with only your thoughts to keep you company, you better be sure you can live with those thoughts; with your nudity; with your imperfections exposed. Because in those moments of solitude, you need to take a look at yourself without shying away from what you're faced with. And you need to accept what you cannot change, and change that that brings you discomfort. 

This year I realized that in my moment of solitude, naked and bruised to the bone, I was brave enough to get up from the floor and face a new day, unmasked and unashamed of who I had become. For I had grown to love and accept my inner mysteries for what it was. In my moment of solitude. 

Unmasked. 


Take Care.


Miss Stone.

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