There are many different definitions of strength. Most of them, I find, are inadequate. Strength isn’t the absence of fear or weakness, and it isn’t something purely physical.
I’m partially thinking about this because I’ve been rewatching Buffy the Vampire Slayer season seven, these past few nights, but also because strength is something I’m constantly striving for. I have to remember that being strong is also not the same thing as being hard on yourself. I mean, sometimes it is, but not all the time.
I’ve done a lot of hard things in my life so far – fought through a fair few difficult situations – and where I am now, I have more hard things in front of me.
I am fighting against my body and the medical condition I have to get pregnant.
I am trying hard to lose weight – something that even people without PCOS struggle to do.
I’m also trying to secure a publishing deal.
These are big things. A lot of people much better than me have spent big chunks of their lives tackling one or other of these. The fact that I’m struggling with them is not a sign of weakness. Or, maybe it is, but that weakness isn’t necessarily a bad thing.
Sometimes, I gotta cut myself some slack.
I cannot be top of my game, doing my very best, all of the time.
Being strong is not an absence of weakness, it’s accepting the things holding you back – the things failing and falling apart – and going on, regardless.
I am both weak and strong. That’s okay. The same is true of all people, even slayers. I just need to remember that.