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#humpdaytext and Me

Be true to you. It will bring joy to you and those in your presence. However, there will be times that putting your truth into action will bring inner turmoil. Do it anyway. Grow through it. Trust yourself. Do you and have a HUMPtastic day! 🐪🤔💞#humpdaytext

For the past two years, I have been writing Hump Day Texts every Wednesday. They began as a way to spread some sunshine to others. A way for me to stay positive in a difficult time in my life. In the beginning, I sent them out to about ten close friends. They now go out to over 100 people with plans to make it grow even more. I know some day they will reach over ten thousand people.

I am often asked if I write the texts or get them from somewhere. I write each and every one of them. Some weeks it is easier than others. When I sit down and listen to my truth, the words flow. You see, the texts have a tendency to mirror my world. Today's text was no different.

It is easy to live our truth when everything is going right. I don't think twice about being the only one on the dance floor or going out of my way to meet a stranger-no-more. The same can be said when the opportunity arises for a spontaneous adventure. It is when we go against our values, that the turmoil begins. That little voice inside of us asking, "What the hell do you think you are doing?" No matter how many times I tell it, "SHUT UP!" the argument continues. Turmoil takes over as my muscles tighten, my patience gets short, and the secrets get larger. Oh, did I mention the tears? Because there will be tears when one finally faces their truth.

The last few weeks have been tumultuous ones for me. Without going into details, I went against a rule I set for myself. In the beginning, it was a whisper, "Hey, you didn't want to do this, remember?" Whatever. I was having a good time. Shortly after the smiles, the turmoil started up again. A bit louder. Loud enough that I listened and walked away....for a little while. For, you see, there was such a draw to that good part, I just had to do it again. And so I did. Once again, the adrenaline coursed through my body. This time when I listened, there was a cacophony inside. In order to hear the message coming loud and clear, I had to speak my truth out loud to another person. Of course she said what I knew I had to do. After spending a few hours crying, I trusted me, knowing that just by letting it go, the woman I aspire to be was that much closer.

It has only been a couple of days since I listened to that voice and stopped the turmoil. Since then, I have questioned myself. I have cried. I have struggled with staying true to me. I know it will get easier in time. Until then, I will do me in such a way that I am a woman who embodies love and kindness. I will embrace all that is HUMPtastic that comes my way.

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If you are interested in receiving #humpdaytext or know how I can get them out to more people, please email me at mandiev1@gmail.com,

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