Iโm sooo done with the hard. It has been a year of gut punches, grief, and stress. Part of me feels the fresh of fall and a spark of vitalityโฆ so ready to be done with the hard.
But the hard is not done with me.
The whiplash is exhausting.
Iโm exhausted, and I love me.
Iโm literally trying to control death and grief even though I canโt – and I love me.
Iโm feeling good one day and nauseated, muscle soreness and angina the next.
It just is. It is ALL the edges of life that live us. There is no escape. There is no leaving.
There is only turning directly to face what IS and surrendering to it. Moment by moment.
And make no mistake. That doesnโt make the hard more peaceful. Itโs still hard. It just removes the second sword of making the hard harder with my excessive judgment.
Whatever you are going throughโฆ you’re doing it just right. It isnโt easy. And you’re doing it just right. Youโve done nothing wrong.
You arenโt in Gods disgrace of you are struggling or have an onslaught of life punchesโฆ youโve not sinnedโฆ your karma isnโt coming for youโ you are just human. Simple HUMAN.
No one escapes these seasons.
Writing about it helps.
