Lately, I’ve found myself giving me permission to feel.
In the midst of holding my breath, reminding myself to breathe.
Tears keep coming to the surface but quickly vanish when I try to connect to what they may mean.
So, I find myself in line at the grocery store silently saying to myself, “It’s okay to feel this way. These feelings are yours and there is nothing wrong with them- and there’s nothing wrong with you for feeling them.”
Then I breathe. And I focus on connecting with that breath even though it feels hard and not fluid at all.
You ever have those moments when all you aspire to be feels like it’s sitting right there with you?
Like, it’s so close you can touch it. But it’s not on the outside of you. It’s that untapped potential dwelling inside.
Reminding you that you are one with it. Pieces of the puzzle are laid out but the full picture hasn’t quite come in sight yet.
Trying to talk through it doesn’t help. People don’t get it. They try to fix it. Or speak to it. Or relate.
Sometimes I have so much to say but no words show up.
I tend to dive deep into the human psyche. Scraping across the bottom of feelings and revealing treasures with words.
Until there are no words available to paint the picture.
Feelings that are okay to feel.
Even if you have to give yourself permission.
My goodness, we are fickle. If we could easily solve our problems- we would.
If we could easily stop running back to toxic relationships- we would.
If we could value our worth and use our voice (even if it cost us everything)- we would.
Being human is complex. And no one has your answer for you. No one can fix for you whatever you find broken.
Only you hold that power.
And it’s sitting among those feelings.
And that breath you need to release.
Keep pressing forward.