a kept promise (p.14)

This week’s beauty came from a kept promise I made to myself.

What the promise was, has little importance over the act of keeping it.

I am very selective over the promises I make myself. I understand the weight they hold.

I choose to make fewer.

I realize that each I do not keep creates a tiny crack in my beautiful vase.

We remember. Our bodies remember.

You will hear a whisper when you are about to make a new one. What you hear all depends upon what you have honored in the past.

Treat your word like the gold it is, priceless.

Be selective.

Be all in.

And don’t make them lightly.

I have both kept and not kept my word. With each unkept word, my outlook dimmed.

I realized each is measured on a scale. And which way I wished it to tip was up to me.

My word and I are one of the same. I cannot value one and not the other.

I want my whispers singing me beautiful songs.

This week’s beauty was in a kept promise, and oh, how beautiful it was. ❤️