My birthday is always hard for me. I feel like all the attention is on me, and I dont feel worthy to have all that attention. Most Birthdays I fall into a deep dark chasm of self loathing and remorse. As I mourn everything I have left undone, or not accomplished. It is the perfectionist in me that wants to do more, and I can never do enough.
But this year was great. Being with the kids at the Childrens Home I felt taken care of for the first time in a long time. As we had paint all over us, I went to the well to try and get it all off. I was ambushed by 5 boys who scrubbed all the paint off me and even washed my hair. It was humbling.
Instead of focusing all on myself. I attempted to focus on others, and in turn, they made me feel loved. All without saying a word in English.
This month, these kids have probably blessed me, more then I have blessed them.
I am grateful
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