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J.C. Scheff

Break From the Soil.


It’s been quite the week. An adjustment perhaps? At the same time, I feel like a tulip breaking free from the soil and the rocks. I feel the sun shining on my face for the first time in awhile. The thing that’s been weighing me down these past few monthes is no longer a weight. I feel a sense of freeness, peacefulness. And I am glad to be without doubt and worry. Those are heavy emotions to carry.  

A good friend asked me today WHY I am not crying or sad. I told her I spent the last 4 monthes crying and sad, and I shouldn’t have felt any of those things. So to feel these now is wasting moments I can rejoice in the life I have been given. 
There are people who deserve a spot in your life. And there are people who do not. Hang on to those who make you feel special and consistently valued. Let go of anyone who doesn’t offer that for you. It’s your life. It’s your call. Your write the chapter and the characters in it. Never allow for less. And always break from the soil like Hyacinths. 

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