I’m enamored by how very few words can express the greatest magnitude of emotions. A simple sentence, loaded with vast meaning.
“I am learning.” I’m learning to embrace the unknown. I’m learning to let go of what I cannot control. I’m learning that much of what weighs me down is not mine to carry, that feeling so strongly can be my blessing and not my curse. I’m learning that my time is, in fact, MY time. I’m learning that not everyone agrees with my unrelenting transparency, nonetheless be accepting of it. I’m learning how to be the deeply fierce and wild woman that I know I am deep down.
Sometimes learning means following the day’s endless to-do list, and being as productive and efficient as I can be, soaking up every bit of each task. I’m learning to take pride in all the small things, as I know they’re all part of something substantial. Other times it means breaking down and crying for my faults, all alone, giving up and cozying up on the sofa with my current book drowning in last years sherpa throw. It’s times that lead me straight to my person, pouring myself out, in hopes I can lift the everbearing load my mind can no longer carry. It’s times when I sit back, kick my feet up and fearlessly admire the countless obstacles I’ve conquered and the pure joy in my heart at that very moment.
It’s so easy to be hard on ourselves, and even easier to trip and fall down the infamous rabbit hole. So take what you can from each passing day(good or bad), put as much effort as you can possibly bare, and remind yourself that we are all learning. Just learning to be better than the version we woke up to be.