I don’t know who needs to hear this, but it’s on my heart, because it’s what I’ve been really learning lately:
Being a human in this pandemic/global warming/unsettling time is hard. Being a parent is hard. Being a spouse is hard.
All of our hards are hard.
But like a tree tenaciously emerging from a forest fire, we will keep going. We will keep growing. In fact, we will flourish.
Because to be alive is to grow and change and grow again. And sometimes true growth is incredibly painful.
They are called growing pains for a reason.
Hold on. You will make it to the other side.
Do the hard, holy work of digging into yourself. Dredge up the lies you have believed, force them into the light. Find that shame you have swallowed. Cough it up. Gather the tender parts of you that are desperate for radical care.
Feel that pain/sadness/anger rise to the surface. Be with her. Welcome her. Speak kindness to her, for she has so many lessons she’s been dying to teach you.
Just ask – what do you want to say?
You’re still here. I see you.
I’m still here. I see me.
Let’s keep growing together. We can do this. ❤️🌱