Acceptance or rather self-acceptance has not come easy. The journey has been like a walk to the Sea.

It was really rocky and difficult in my younger days where I believed what people told me and what they thought of me. I doubted myself and judged through their eyes which is quite traumatic being young and impressionable.

Then in my teens, it was a slow hard walk through sand trying to figure out myself. I started to venture out and assess my dreams, what I want to do with it. Some times I felt as if I was sinking because the doubts would come and the faster I ran the more I stumbled.

But then I got to firmer ground. It was similar but not.

Where initially in loose sand I stumbled, here I gathered strength and direction. I had traveled both hemispheres and met people from so many different nations that I reassessed my own self-beliefs, and decided they were not mine. The challenges were similar but the response was changing. I started believing in my own voice, my own life experiences.

This was the longest journey. To understand that I am more than what I was thought to be. And that freed me to enjoy the ripples of joy, the rush of being valued, the peaceful pulse of love for who I am.
The Journey is still on, for the ocean is vast and continuous. Accepting myself is part of it, not the full expedition. But standing here with my senses heightened by the challenge ahead, I can hear the Sea buzzing, the wind lifting, and the water beckoning. I must savor the mightiness of it all, just as I am.