Rise and SHINE.
Come rain or come SHINE.
He took a SHINE to her.
It's her GLOW UP.
Bright, light, shimmery, polished.
I don't know about you, but I am over all the SHINE.
I want real. I want real conversations with real friends in real houses with real food.
I want a real marriage with real connection and real love.
I'm done with transactional.
I want relational.
I want physical touch and heart to heart dialogue.
I don't want to talk about the weather or local gossip.
I want to know what lights you up inside. What keeps you awake at night.
I have been backwards and forwards, inside and outside the past few years.
I think we all have with what the pandemic did to us.
I don't want lip service. I want the truth. I will take that hard conversation over that placation any day.
Is this shift in my mindset from midlife or from trauma or from growth?
Am I bitter or intentional? Jaded or focused?
I want to laugh too! I want to have fun!
I want books and game nights and couch cuddles by the fire.
I want to stay connected on social media and enrich my world with the vast resources available without feeling like dirt. Is it possible? Can I get on the Gram and laugh at the TikToks while still honoring my self-worth? I'm working on it.
And what makes me so special to want all this?
Or is this the way it was at one time before the SHINE?
Does anyone even know? Even my elderly patients fall victim to hours on Facebook and subsequent feelings of loneliness and inadequacy.
SHINE can be reserved for sports medals and awards shows, fancy nights out, and holiday decor.
It has its place. It should be special and not everyday.
Present over perfect. Real over fabulous. True over attractive. That's where you'll find me.
Please support my fellow hope*writers by reading their work based on the prompt word SHINE.
It’s your time to shine! By Sharla Hallett
How To Overcome Adversity & Shine by Ashley Olivine
Shining Brightly in a Dark World by Dianne Vielhuber
Make this Advent Shine by Jessica Weaver