I was always good enough.

I usually never post these kinds of things, but you should know that there is at least one person who believes in you and your capabilities.

I have spent so many years doubting myself. Consequentially, I’ve held myself back from doing things I’ve always dreamed of doing, solely because of silly feelings of inadequacy, that I am not deserving or good enough.

I’m done with being my own worst enemy, my number one longstanding obstacle. I’m done with refusing to acknowledge and take accountability for my maladaptive behaviors, thought processes, and refusal to properly address how numerous things of my past have impacted me.

Since I was ten years old, I’ve wanted to be an attorney. I still want to be an attorney. And I will become the attorney I’ve always aspired to be.

When applications open up this fall, I will be re-applying. I was admitted to law school before. Let’s forget about all those things that contributed to a derailment of several years.

I know that I have what it takes to achieve my goals. I have the desire, and I have the endurance.

Next year, I will go to law school. And I will be successful, despite my moments of self-doubt. I will be that assertive, headstrong person I was once perceived as, the person I know I still am.

I was always good enough. Thank you for helping me see that these past few years. And with that, I will be taking an official hiatus from the WordPress community. All the best.

– Kristine

We are going to China.

Charlie, we’ll go on a journey.
The one I’ve promised,
for every seared slice
of pork I’ve snatched
from your bright red bowl.

We are going to China,
whether you like it or not.
But I’ve got a feeling,
as you giggle upright,
that anywhere’s better than here.

You spy a chaparral inches away
and utter suggestions
humbly like those guilty moths
that destroyed sissy’s sweater.
Not quite soft, not quite us.

I chew on my paw and dig,
remembering all your belated birthdays
and how I tried to apologize,
falling on my back,
greetings unheard.

Wine glasses chime from within
and they draw from a hat.
Summer downpour waiting.
I will continue to hope
while you pack our bags.

Cat No. 46 of the 500 Cats Project