The past few months have been really, really sad and the past two weeks have been especially depressing. For reasons I can’t really share.
My heart aches and I’m having trouble finding the joy and passion in things I typically love. Fortunately, I have a wonderful husband and mother who have heard me through these hard times.
Lately, I’ve been in search of inspiration and this is what I have found.
When one door closes, another one opens. I’m trying to find the beauty and the other side of the glass on this one. Twisting the sad into something productive.
Perhaps, this is part of finding my voice. The best stories are from life, and some of my favorites had some very deep valleys.
Celebrate. Celebrate successes big and small. Even just getting myself in my car to yoga class has been a win lately. And that is okay.
Sometimes, it’s not fucking about you. This has been the hardest pill to swallow. I’m sad and hurting, but at the end of the day, this isn’t about me. My energy needs to be focused on those I love.
It’s also okay to listen to Neko Case on full blast in your car and cry the hardest you’ve ever cried. Seriously. It’s okay.