You don’t have a soul.
You are a soul,
You have a body.
Don’t let me show cruelty though I may make mistakes. Don’t let me show ugliness though I know I can hate. And don’t let me show evil though it might be all I take. Show me love Show me love … Continue reading
Learning curves. Like the sea lapping against the shoreline, what is constant in each of our live are the ups and downs. There are dreamy highs, during which we float in blessings that waft to us with ease. And then, there are dark and dreadful lows that come in storms, sometimes coming without warning and attacking with injustice, or sometimes because we’ve lost our footing.
We fall down sometimes. And it can be difficult to not abandon our paths, search for a way out, and view out low points as failures.
What’s interesting to me is that, from these challenges we label as hideous failures, we often find our greatest victories. Yes, confronting our own painful experiences and struggles is distressing. But, we don’t remind ourselves that good can arise from pain solely to ease that discomfort. Good things truly come from overcoming hardships, and – we can and do overcome them.
We are quick to allow our missteps to linger in our minds and even become part of our own definitions of who we are. But, no one walks without stumbling now and then. The more we force ourselves into perfect moulds that never falter, we realize that we cannot always please everyone and ourselves simultaneously.
For this reason, it is exceedingly important to embrace the person we truly are. This is much more difficult when we have lost touch with our identities, because we are also tasked with the intricate game of discovering what it means to be genuine.
Living authentically is an experiment of trial and error. So, it is essential to find strength in pain, to view stumbling blocks as learning opportunities.
We are, after all, unfinished masterpieces in progress.
Today, the magical forces of the internet informed me that I’ve officially been blogging for a year. How time can move both fast and slow.
What continues to bring me great pause is the way my writing resonates with such a diverse group – despite never truly revealing my gory details. Authenticity. Positivity. Gratitude. Mindfulness. We humans have commonalities, no matter the experiences we’ve strung together to bring us where we are today (I find this eerily comforting).
I refer to recovery in an ambiguous way, as if it is a beast I cannot bring myself to look directly at, and prefer to keep in my periphials. I want to clarify that I am unafraid to face it. I am unashamed to bear my heart about it. I have unwavering determination in my advocacy for the cause.
It simply does not define me.
I cannot allow it to cling to my identity, to make it on my resume, and to nip at my ankles as I march through each new day.
Rendering homage to my first blog anniversary, I am sharing a new project. A more practical resource in recovery.
Thanks for being there.