Do not go gently into the night…

Growing up, I was seen by others as the shy, QUIET kid. I was introspective. I was a deep thinker, but I was not quiet. Maybe with strangers who didn’t know me. But with my family, I was carefree, loud, even rambunctious at times!!

I am who God says I am. @nursehealingadvocate

For too much of my life, I let others define me. It took years of healing and separating myself from the crowd in order for me to realize that it’s okay to speak up when I see things differently. It’s okay to speak my truth. It’s okay to be different.

Last week, I made a bold decision to speak the truth at an even louder level. And ever since then, I have felt MORE FREE to be even less quiet and speak more of my truth! I am who God says I am, not how others perceive me.

And I am BOLD! I am STRONG! I AM COURAGEOUS!!

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I choose to be seen and heard! I am safe to be seen and heard. I honor the part of me that remained QUIET in order to remain SAFE, but staying quiet no longer keeps me safe. I CHOOSE FREEDOM AND PEACE by BOLDLY SPEAKING THE TRUTH IN LOVE!!

I will not go gently or silently into the night. Shame lives in the silence, in the dark. I choose to let light shine out of darkness. I choose to rage against the dying light.

Will you JOIN me?

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“Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.”

Do not go gentle into that good night ~ Dylan Thomas

To my reader, where has being quiet held you back? Where can you give yourself permission to speak up, to boldly speak the truth in love, to “rage against the dying of the light?”

If you’re interested in becoming a more assertive advocate for yourself, please email me at nursehealingadvocate@gmail.com. I would LOVE to coach you!

“Do not go gentle into that good night,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.”
~ Dylan Thomas

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