This past year I learned more than before:
That I don’t have all the answers.
That some questions can remain questions.
To say out loud “I do not have it together today.”
That I am finally getting to saying “I feel afraid and insecure.”
To feel keenly when I don’t need to feel pretty and happy. Energetic and chirpy. And to know that that is not a constant I want to aspire for.
How much I want to build the capacity to know what I don’t know. To hold myself through what I can’t fix. To accept what is not in my control.
That I can feel hopeful and happy about my personal life, experiences and journey, while simultaneously having my heart broken by what’s going on around me.
To be okay with the mess.