Gifts...

Sometimes gifts come from the most surprising places. I feel so blessed to have spent the last couple years really processing all my "stuff". I have been able to really see where some of my issues have come from. So many of them aren't mine. They come from my parents and their parents and on and on. I am able to see what isn't mine, what isn't important to me, and who I do not want to be. I only need to be myself and because of all this work I now know even more about who I am. Who cares what anyone else thinks. A little perspective is such a huge gift. Thank you!