I am Strong

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I am strong, a fortress of resilience
Forged in fires of adversity.
My spirit, unyielding, resolute,
Stands tall against the fiercest storms,
Knowing within me resides an indomitable will.

I will prevail, surrender not an option.
Each challenge faced, each obstacle overcome,
Strengthens my resolve, propels me forward,
On the path to victory. I am a testament
To persistence, triumph over tribulation.

I am powerful, not just physical might,
But in the boundless energy of my being.
My thoughts are sparks that ignite change,
My actions ripple effects that reshape my world.
I am a force of nature, orchestrating transformation.

My words can move mountains,
Imbued with conviction and purpose.
Architects of dreams, catalysts for action,
Capable of grandest endeavors,
Shifting stubborn landscapes of thought.

My words can tear people down,
A sobering reminder of immense responsibility.
The power to wound, a shadow lurking,
Ever conscious of its presence.

I choose to lift them up. This is my solemn vow,
My guiding principle. To use my voice,
My language, not to diminish, but to elevate;
Not to destroy, but to construct; not to break, but to mend.
My words will be a beacon of hope, a chorus of encouragement.

I am strong, a vibrant tapestry
Woven with threads of courage and grace.
My heart beats with the rhythm of endurance,
My mind shines with clarity of purpose.
I am a survivor, a thriver, strength blossoming within.

I am loved, enveloped in an embrace
Of warmth and affection, fueling spirit, anchoring soul.
This love, a precious gift, a sanctuary and a springboard,
Empowering me to reach for stars,
And share my own light with the world.

I am beautiful, not by fleeting outward standards,
But by intrinsic radiance of character,
Depth of empathy, purity of intentions.
My beauty emanates from within,
A vibrant glow that touches all who encounter it.

My words can move mountains,
Echoes of deepest convictions,
Reverberating with strength of beliefs.
Instruments of change, shaping perceptions,
Igniting passions, inspiring monumental shifts.

My words can tear people down,
A stark reminder of delicate balance,
Between influence and harm.
The potential for devastation lies
Within the very same tool that can build.

I choose to lift them up.
This is my unwavering commitment,
Etched into the very fabric of my being.
To channel the power of my words towards upliftment,
To wield them as tools of empowerment,
To sow seeds of kindness and understanding.
My voice will be a source of strength,
A comfort to the weary, a testament
To the transformative power of compassionate communication.

Good Friends

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Good Friends

 What do you want from a good friend?
What do you expect from a good friend?

A friend should always have your back.
A friend should stand by you and support you.

However, a good friend will support you,
They will also tell you when you are wrong. 

They call you out and give you advice, 
Even if it’s not what you want to hear.

Good friends should be treasured.
Good friends are hard to find.
Don’t be angry with them for telling you the truth.
Be thankful for they are the only ones who truly care.

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Scream and Yell

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Some might say I’m mean.
Some might say I’m loud.
People will say anything to hurt you.
They will make you question who you are,
And what you stand for.
They say you’re the mean one.
You might be loud and yell.
You might scream and curse,
But sometimes you need to.
You need to yell, scream, fight!
You need to be loud!
They may think you are being mean, but who cares!
When people are bullied, tormented, and wronged.
You have to stand up!
You have to give them a voice when they have none.
You have to yell, scream, and fight!
You have to stand up!
You have to give them a voice when they have none.

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My Thoughts While Pregnant with Vance

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These are thoughts I had when I was pregnant with my son Vance.

 

December 14, 2010 at 4:14pm

Yesterday I felt like my water was breaking.  I called my doctor, and they told me to come to the hospital. I am 34 weeks pregnant with my second child and I had a c-section with my first one.  While at the hospital they hooked me up to monitors and saw I was having contractions. They later gave me an IV of fluids and did several tests. They decided that I had a UTI and gave me a prescription.  However, they also noticed that my baby’s heartbeat had dropped at several places. The hospital does not do ultrasounds at night so I was sent home.  My doctor has scheduled me for an ultrasound for tonight. I am worried.  Why would I have contractions? I didn’t feel them, just uncomfortable. Could the cord be bugging the baby? Could he be pulling on it or could it be around his neck? My husband thinks they would not have sent me home if there was something wrong, but I thought they just didn’t want to worry me.

A hospital that doesn’t do ultrasounds? I mean they made me wait until the next day. And I didn’t have an appointment until that night.

 

The ultrasound tech said everything was good.  Baby looked good, he is about 6 pounds, and everything was good.  He only mentioned that there was enough amniotic fluid and that it was on the high side, but I got a call from the doctor today saying that there was too much fluid.  So I am not sure what this means. She said he has too big of a swimming pool. Therefore, I am going for blood work tomorrow to test my blood sugar levels and they are sending me to fetal maternal medicine.  Therefore, I panicked again but then when they call with my appointment they say January 5! What! If it was that important why wait? Keep in mind this was December 16th. I have a regular appointment tomorrow so maybe I can learn more but I have never heard of having too much fluid.

Update:  Vance is now 7 years old. The fluid didn’t seem to be much of an issue. Vance has some behavioral issues he takes concerta for but that seems to be something that most people in his family have and nothing related to the amount of fluid postpartum.

 

I wanted to give updates in case others have the same or similar questions.