I am willing to see. I am willing to see things differently. I am willing to align with my Highest Self. I am willing to evolve. I am willing to expand, to encompass new dimensions, to integrate new eternal truths. I am willing to go all in on me. I am willing to believe and… Continue reading I Am Willing
Author: Grace J. Kim
I like me.
I am about Me
When I was a wee freshmen in high school, I made it a routine to buy a bagel and cream cheese, take it to the gym locker room (I had first period PE), and eat breakfast with a friend. It had been clearly communicated that there was to be no eating in the locker room.… Continue reading I am about Me
The only version: Me
There is only one version of me. I am the only me that ever was, is, and will be. So, who or what can tell me who or what I am? Who defines what is good or right or best for me? I have lived long enough - I would almost say too long, but… Continue reading The only version: Me
We know God as we are
I'd always been confused by the incongruences and inconsistencies of the Bible. I couldn't understand why and how the Bible, the source of absolute truth, didn't make sense in today's world and time. If it was so timeless and impeccable, how come so much of it doesn't make sense or fit into today's narrative? Why… Continue reading We know God as we are
That young girl & me
I went down memory lane. I'm not sure how I found it or why I felt compelled to go down it. But I did. This memory lane is lined with the titles of my blog posts, with the days, months, years of publication, scattered with the words of a young girl, a young woman, really,… Continue reading That young girl & me
Gratitude and me
Gratitude. I feel gratitude. It feels like fullness. Like the vessel of me, my physical body, the container of my thoughts, the essence of my being is FULL, touching, pushing against the edges of who and what I am. It doesn't matter what I'm grateful for. There's a knowing that the logic, the thoughts, the… Continue reading Gratitude and me
Love, a horrible thing
Love is a scary thing. Don't do it. The risk is too big. The fall too hard. Love is a horrible thing. It makes you do weird things. Crazy things. Stupid things. It makes you become someone new. You stop knowing who you are. Sometimes people don't recognize you anymore. Love is a terrible thing.… Continue reading Love, a horrible thing
