2022 has been a year of difficult events and circumstances. A multi-layered shit sandwich for sure. Do you know what I’m most proud of? Allowing myself to suffer, feel uncomfortable, and be “a mess.”
I am more alive because I did not contain myself to the narrows of “positivity” or “learning a lesson.” I did not constrict myself into a tiny container store pretty package for presentability.
My Soul is more nourished today because I allowed the fallow season. I wrestled, wined, and spilled over the edges. And it was fucking glorious.
I didn’t need to invalidate it because it wasn’t as bad as another. Stop that gaslighting shit. To yourself and others.
There are simply some seasons where the content and events simply suck. Your suffering is valid.
You are human.
What if you didn’t leave yourself and chose presence and compassion instead?
