Dear April: a letter

April April.

This time, I will not be a fool. March was a rough patch. I was startled, shaken, and came to the realization of things. That I deserve better, that I put myself in a bind, because I thought it was what I deserved. But as I have been healing, I am disgusted at the remnants of what I have allowed myself to deal with. 

This I know. I am no better than anyone, and no one is better than me. But this too I know. I deserve the very best, and because I have sought after the face of God concerning my life, I expect great things from my father in Heaven, through Jesus Christ. Now, this is not a psalm, but I was allowed the front seat in the school of life recently. I was taught that if I want better, I have to be better. I have to pass the test to get gain the promotion I so much wanted and deserved. I let go of the emotions that brought me down and decided to become motivated by my future. 

I am actively taking a hiatus from the fake reality called social media. The media that allows us to lie, to put on this face that does not exist, and to step back and touch grass. I took walks to clear my head, I read books on healing, deliverance, and how to maintain a calm attitude for challenging situations, and I just embraced the rest I so much needed. I noticed the toxic patterns of thought in my mind and became motivated to change that. I am in the process of re-wiring my mind to become more productive, and while it is not the easiest task to do, I am seeing progress--as always.

I have been dreaming more. About everything. The next steps I should take. The direction in which I need to keep pressing. I have been brought to a table of gold and sat down to the most influential people in the world. I share dreams with others, and in them--we rule. I am accepting the love I thought I was not capable of receiving, and through that I am discovering Whitney and she is powerful and amazing. 

I will be going through important changes in April. I won't be as available, but that is quite alright. I will be inaccessible to most. But when I come back in the room, I will be intact. Immovable. Un-shakable. Regulated. I will be sacrificing a lot, but it will all be worth it. April, be good to me.

All the best,

Whitney