Closing Thoughts After Reading The Woman in Me

 

Britney Spears went through hell. And to think–as a teenager–I wanted to be a popstar inspired by her. But, again, this is simply her story. Her tragic journey. It’s still sad, though. I couldn’t imagine working to achieve all that fame and money, only to one day find myself being outside the control of my own life. To be always controlled, subdued, and used by people who were meant to love and protect me. When you factor in her parents and their own family history, it starts to make sense. Either way, I don’t find too much I can say about Britney’s story because it’s almost classic in the expression of how “everything that glitters isn’t gold.”

Nonetheless, I have some deep, reflecting thoughts I can add regarding how much of a fan I was of hers from back in the day. So much nostalgia was happily activated as we recounted the beginning of her career on up. I suppose it was the terribleness behind her stage throughout her career is what left me frustrated and a bit sour. Still, as of closing her memoir, I’m left more with gratitude for my own life. While feeling strengthened and encouraged to keep going forward. To keep living and not so much in the past. And to pray. I think that was the number one thing I left receiving from the book is to pray. I need to do more of that outside of the routine means in which I pray before I drive and sleep. I need to pray more when I'm unsure and frustrated; lost and confused by thinking I'm in control when I'm actually not.

So, yeah. Reading The Woman in Me was absolutely great. And without a doubt, Britney's story reminded me how there is power in prayer.