I’m learning the beauty of living in a place of ‘enoughness.’ Where right now is enough. Where I am enough. Where the people around me are more than enough. Where love is enough.
The only thing you can do is put one foot in front of the other, speak positive thoughts into your head, and move towards what feels right.
I will take time to slow down, to breathe, to reset and renew my tired heart. But I will also celebrate the moments of quickness, of crazy.
We tell ourselves that at the end of our journey, everything will make sense, except in reality you get there and wonder what the hell you’re supposed to do next, because there’s not an instruction manual for what comes after “The End.” Sometimes you just get lost all over again.
You’re suddenly addicted to your cell phone like notifications and text conversations are better than the conversations in real life.
You question everything.
Someone who takes to time to read between the lines between awkward facial expressions and fridging hands.
I will survive. We will all survive.
Shaping yourself into someone others might not quickly recognize.
Right now, you have the ability to change—not what has happened to you, but where you go from here.