“Picture the one person in the world you really wish were reading your blog. Write her or him a letter.“

To be honest I wasn’t going to write for this prompt.

I didn’t write for the one yesterday.

Both of them seemed lame, hollow, pointless.

Even the one before, the Call Me Ishmael prompt, I felt was weightless. Meaningless.

I shared one of my favorite scenes from a book, but that was so far off from the original topic I might as well have written my own prompt.

I don’t write to see the words on the page. I get no satisfaction out of wasting my time, and that’s what I thought I would originally be doing with this post.

Throwing away the only things that are ever truly mine.

My time. My actions. My thoughts. My words.

Spilling them into a bucket without a bottom so they fall useless to the floor of the Internet. Just another virtual page to be lost in so many others. A sea of meaningless nothing.

I don’t have a dream reader other than myself, and I have already written that post, and linked to it once already for a previous daily prompt.

How often can you write to your dream reader? How much could there be left to say?

But maybe I am different. Maybe because I am my own ‘dream reader’ there is less for me to express, and saying it once encompassed everything that would ever need to pass between my past and future selves.

You are loved. You are amazing. You shouldn’t be so hard on yourself. Take time for you because your happiness is just as important as everyone else’s.

I love you and always will, even when you are silly and make mistakes.

You are worthy. You are a piece of art, a work in progress, and I will be with you every step of the way. Big, small, good, bad. You will never be alone, and as long as you are moving forward you are always winning.

Winners never quit, and quitters never win.

I suppose in a way I could never say that to myself too often.

It is easy to forget the positive, the good, when confronted with negativity, stress, and hurt.

I have come so far since the breakup with Sir. I am so much stronger, more healed, more whole.

I no longer see my inner self as the invalid in a wheelchair, broken and injured, weak, hunched over taking wheezing, shallow breaths. My form frail and brittle.

I am not yet my warrior self. Not fully, but I am so much closer than I have been in so long.

I know I am on the right path. I can feel the momentum behind me, pushing me, driving me.

And so maybe this post wasn’t as much of a waste as I originally thought.

I am doing well. And maybe it would be good to have this post to look back on. To remember that I took a few moments from my day to recognize the progress that I have made, the strides I have taken, the poisons I have purged.

By the end of the month all of my ties with past negativity will be cut. No more ex’s in my life and I can truly be my own person once again. No financial obligations connecting their lives with mine.

100% on my own, in less than a month.

That is so much further than I was four months ago.

I’m proud of myself. Of the things I am doing for myself. I am happy with my choices and actions. I am happy with my adventure so far, and I am looking forward to where this path will lead me.

So, dream reader, my words to you…

When you look back and re-read this post, because you know you will, no matter where you are at, no matter what happens along the way, know that in this moment you are safe.

You are doing so well. I’m proud of you.

Keep being you. Don’t back down from the things you value.

Stand tall, strong, proud, of everything that you are.

You are a warrior. You are a fighter.

You are amazing.

Success is whatever you define it to be. Be happy, with work, with life, with everything.

In this moment you have everything you will ever need; the love of your family and friends. Their acceptance and understanding.

Continue walking your own path, running, sprinting, skipping, stumbling, tripping, crawling. No matter what, go the way you feel in your heart is right.

I love you, little Earth Dragon, forever and always.