Who Am I Anyway?

Dear Baby Girl,

Soon you will be given a name you will never identify with but one day will fight for.  You will call yourself many names over the years but hearing "baby girl" will always make you feel loved.

What I am going to tell you may come in handy when you are sitting in front of a screen writing your thoughts, ideas, dreams and aspirations.

  Take heed precious one.

The words that have cut you and left scars have turned into artwork that are now complimented when you walk down the street.  The scars lay beneath but all you will see is the beauty.

You have been given many talents and you will eventually find the right one to focus on, until that time enjoy playing all parts of the minstrel.

On the dark days disappear. 

You know how.  You will not remember the actions beyond the feel of the knife and a few spoken words.  You have been given a way to fly away from that scene, so fly.

Develop those skills as you will use them time and again when the world lets you down and continues to take away the ones you love most.  Cry until you  get to the place after the tears.

You will stand at many grave sides and feel nothing.  This nothingness will come out later in the arms of someone who wants to protect you.

 Let them. 

Open your soul no matter how frightening it is. 

You will make mistakes Little One.  You will fall, you will be Judas to some but mostly to yourself. 

Let the better voice take reign and listen when it points to signs of danger.

Learn to be weak.  Learn to ask for help when you need it, it will only make you stronger to accept the outstretched hand that is offered.

You will dance better in your head than your body will allow, but someday someone will see you dance the way you see it.  They will take your hand and dance with you.

Words will form in your mouth that will hurt others, and you will know immediately.  Accept that your words will have a reaction and a consequence.  You will lose friendships over words.  You will cause scars the way others will scar you.

Be humble, see your mistakes but do not let them define you.

Forgiveness is always there for you, even when others do not grant it. 

Take the forgiveness you give to others and return it to yourself. 

People will tell you life is a game, not fair, short, a bitch.

To you life will always be a dance.

There will be times when the dance is a glorious pas de deux.  Focus then on the adagio, slow your breathing and dance.

Do not rush so much baby girl, even without a name you will make a mark upon this world.

Every hurt you feel or create will serve you later when you need the reminder of love and humility.

Block out the scarring words you will hear, they come from a place that is not your own.  Do not take the words that scar, release them in tears if you must, but do not let them reside within.  Those words are not your truth.

I tell you now that there will be times when your truth seems too difficult to own.  There will also be times when your truth is self intoxicating.

Every time you dance be it solo or ensemble, leave a part of you behind and take a new part with you as you go.

Your tears have not been precalculated, neither has your laughter.

Someday there will be someone that says, "I love the way you think...dance with me."

You do not need a name to dance, you only need the desire.

You have danced into this world nameless and will spend many hours searching for the definition of who you are.

You will be named.

 You will be called: friend, daughter, mother, cousin, wife, sister, aunt, niece, widow,writer, photographer, stylist, reader, giver and lover.

What possible prewritten name could hold all of that?

You will know your identity. Someday I promise, you will embrace it