it’s been a year of introspection and such heavy heartache—with the most divine pockets of warm, sweet joy
because two things can be true at the same time
sorrow and happiness can coexist
one may outshine the other for a while, but slowly, the other comes out from the shadows and reminds us we’re allowed to be complex—face to face with the fact we’re walking paradoxes that just desperately need to be seen, heard, and loved in spite of it all
that we are called to reflect that love even when we feel we can’t
I have cried a lot this year—even more once I learned to not be ashamed of my tears
a dam yielding to the force of radical self-acceptance, imperfections and all
that acceptance bled over into the most difficult area of life—my chronic health issues—where I waved a flag of surrender and realized I need to create a life that is built around my abilities instead of superficial comparisons and self-imposed expectations
I am strong but it looks like gentleness and rest
this year has broken me and had the audacity to kick me while I was down
but I am here
what a beautiful, precious gift to be here
right here just as I am
it’s imperfect and it’s absolutely perfect because two things can be true at once
Little Hope Notes 