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I can walk through anything.

I don’t realize this about myself all the time when I’m in the midst of something, but I am starting to know it even in the middle of a mess. I still struggle with so much self-doubt, judgment, shame, and this nagging critical voice, but I know how to temper it now. I know where to safely go for the perspective I need. I know how to sit with myself in all of it, how to be honest and real, and how to ask for what I need. This is incredible to me.

I keep surprising myself. This is what it is like to discover me. It is a constant revelation. It is a daily event. I am finally seeing what my friends have long since seen of me. I don’t need to borrow someone else’s eyes anymore. My vision is clearing.

The more I discover, the more I bring parts of myself back into the fold, the more I share the truth of who I am with others, the more I love. And not just in me. My capacity to hold others in love, to express love to others, grows too. This, I think, might just be the point of all the work I’ve been doing all this time.