Good enough

“I am good enough.”

I repeat those words to myself over and over as I’m comparing myself to people who have had part in the downfall of my once perfect world.

I know I’m more than good enough. I know I’m worthy of love and all things good. But it’s so easy to fall back on those negative thoughts of myself when confronted with the enemy of lies that is so present in my life right now.

But I’m going to put this out in the universe right now:

I am more than good enough.
Not only am I good enough; I am worthy.
Not only am I worthy; I am beautiful inside and out.
I deserve love.
I deserve the love and forgiveness I so easily give out.
I’m not perfect. My life is really messy and I’m a hot mess and I don’t have really anything figured out. 
But I love hard, I fight hard, and I never back down.
I’m fun, I’m a goof, I’m awkward at times, and I’m totally weird.
I’m WAY passionate. Passion flows through my veins. And I love that about myself.
I’m sometimes real sassy. I don’t put up with as much BS as I used to because I’ve learned and continue to learn what is worth my time and attention and what is not. And that’s a really good thing.
I’m a total mess but I truly believe I’m a beautiful mess.
A beautiful mess that deserves so, so much.

Finding yourself after losing yourself and your safety net is hard.

I’m worth having and keeping.

I know that now.