A Sunday Kind of Love

Tamyara Brown
Sep 2, 2018 · 2 min read

I was alone dwelling on my loneliness I won’t lie ready to cry. On this given Sunday the birds sang a song, the sun rays bounce off my skin full of melanin, and I embraced the Sunday showers washing away what ails me. I prayed, danced and cleanse the sadness of my heart, mind and soul. Someone passed and asked was I okay. I let the world know that I was fine just taking back my life. I was no longer looking for the cure from others to feel happy. The side effects of loving me were confidence that overflows, a joy that needed no permission to flow whether life was at it best or worst. I needed no confirmation to be loved, liked or accepted by me. I began to smile, become thankful for the times I leveled up when the storms of life hit. I celebrated the times I was the solution to the problems needing to be fixed. I rejoice in my comeback is I turned my mess into a masterpiece. I rewrite the rules and I am not afraid to elevate. I am Love seven days a week but on this particular Sunday, I could feel love all over me.


A Sunday kind of Love

I encourage you to find the love inside you. Embrace your mistakes, mess, and broken pieces. Nothing is ever perfect and we all fail forward. We often wait for validation and celebration from others to recognize us. How often do we take the time to realize we are the prize? How often do you recognize that you are the secret weapons to your happiness and peace? We are the blessing. No one has the script on how your life will play out but we have an eraser to edit our story. Let no failures, flaws or fuck ups stop you. Let no person with a degree, accolades, or prestige tell you-you’re less than nothing. The lesson I learned a pauper can become a Prince. A mess can turn into a masterpiece and there is beauty in a shattered window. Folks will talk shit to make themselves feel better. Folks will point out your flaws to disguise their own to tear you down. They don’t matter and it doesn’t matter who it is. Loving yourself needs no permission. Fake friends, fake leaders and people more broken than you will practice tearing you down. Those people who seem to everything still live in lack of love. Think about it! Every one of us is imperfect and had a bout of brokenness.

Today, find the love in you! Know you are love inside and out.

Tamyara Brown

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Author of six novels my latest, Love Has No Waist Size. Lover of a good book, writing,cupcakes follow me on instagram: tamluvstowrite39 tamluvstowrite.com

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