You Amaze Me

May I steal a few moments of your time to tell why I love people? I know it sounds extra cheesy, but I love people a whole darn lot. No matter how well I know you, where you’ve come from, what you do for a living, or whether you even acknowledge my presence, you all amaze me.

Being a functional human being  is hard (I know you all feel me on this one). We are vulnerable and imperfect. We make messes without knowing how to pick them up. We face days that are darker than the pupils in our tear-filled eyes. We fight for things that are never 100% guaranteed to stay with us. We lose sometimes; jobs, relationships, people. And yet through all of this, we manage to stumble upon just enough hope to face another day.

This is why you amaze me. I see you walking down the street and I may not know your struggles, but I know they’re there. It’s in recognizing this, in seeing that you’ve been bent and broken, that makes me love you. You do not have to meet any criteria or expectations. You’re moving and breathing and I love all of you for that reason alone. I wish I could walk up to you and say, “I am so proud of you for being here today; for making your mark on the world. Who cares how big or small that mark is?  It’s still a mark! You did it, you are here, and that matters.”

I love you for your resilience. And you are so resilient. You show up to do good things when the world could easily tackle you down and leave you motionless. Your battles should never be overlooked. They should not be forgotten or minimized or suppressed, because those battles are what I admire most about you. I hope you admire that about yourself, too.

Wherever you are right now, take a moment to feel your own strength. Maybe today is a good one and that confidence is flowing through your precious veins already. Think of how hard you fought – day in and day out – to get here. Let those self-loving thoughts sink in because you’ve won another battle.

But maybe today isn’t so great. Maybe you feel weak and defeated. You are smack dab in the middle of the same devastating war. Friend, know that you are still winning. You will be victorious, and I see it because I’m in the battlefield with you. I see you, I know you have more fight in you, and I love you for staying in the field to find it.

Love you. Love people.

This is a directive. It isn’t a question, an exclamation, or even a suggestion. It is a call to action. If you search for and hold onto this each day, you will be fully equipped to face whatever hits you. No armor or defenses or weapons of self-destruction needed. Just you. I love people when I can see their battle scars. Please, do not cover yours up. You and your battle scars are beautiful, and every single one is so worth loving.

Written and loved on by Allie Siroky

I Struggled With Fitting In

I didn’t really fit in growing up. I honestly had a lot of things going against me.

  • I was home-schooled.
  • I had acne.
  • I had braces.

There was no chance of me being a cool kid. I remember wanting to fit in so desperately with my peers that I embraced becoming a chameleon. I’d just go with the flow and change who I was based on who I was with.

I didn’t know it at the time, but I wasn’t giving others or myself the chance to love me for who I was. Instead, I found that when you make yourself into the ultimate people-pleaser, you will wind up on a trail of unhappiness.

IT’S IMPOSSIBLE TO PLEASE EVERYONE! You’ll be miserable and ultimately lose yourself in the process!

Eventually, I figured that out, and was able to shift my focus from trying to make others accept me, to cherishing the family and few friends who had already accepted me for who I am. I think that’s the key.

As insecure people, we tend to just pay attention to the negatives in our lives and not focus on the positives.

Besides, who wants to fit in? Let what makes you unique shine and see what happens!

Keep those who love you close. Learn to see what they see in you, and you can give it back to them. Love you, love people.

#LoveYouLovePeople

Written and loved on by: Grant Young