Yesterday, I had the opportunity to get a glimpse of the little one growing inside me.
This may be my third pregnancy, but the sense of wonder and amazement at seeing this miracle be real and tangible never cease to fill me. I’m in awe at the beauty and thrill of it all. With my previous pregnancies, the feeling remained the same. And now that my two kids are no longer babies, I’m still continuously amazed by them–their personalities, the things they do, what they aspire to be…
The other day, I heard someone say to live what you believe. What do you believe in? What do I believe in?
I believe in love, family, and motherhood. I believe in hope and having faith.
The great thing about blogging is meeting wonderful people. I love knowing how we’re all different from each other–varying backgrounds and lifestyles, beliefs, and ideas. I have a friend who’s opted to be childfree, and I think that’s awesome. It’s what she believes in, and therefore, she lives it. And that, in my eyes, is magnificent and respectable.
I have another awesome friend who’s into feminism, paganism, and she’s a strong supporter of gay rights. I adore her because she knows who she is, knows what she wants, and she lives what she believes in.
And of course, who can forget my dear friend who, I hope, may find the guy or the girl of his dreams someday. Life is full of many possibilities. Life is full of many miracles.
Live what you believe. Pursue your dreams. Know what’s important to you and fight for it.
If writing sings through your soul, despite the fact that you don’t have an agent or have received countless rejection letters, keep on writing. Believe that this is what you want to be, believe in who you are. Because if you don’t, no one else will.