this is me
This is me. Standing tall in the midst of my 37th year. Me pausing in the middle of the day and creating space to notice, to say, "What do you need kid?"
And then standing and breathing and listening.
Here in my 37th year, I'm claiming this truth: I'm so damn glad to be here.
To be able to feel and hold and see the beauty and the shit that make up this gorgeous, crazy, sometimes really hard life.
To be able to deeply know that I am whole in the midst of all that has come before this moment and all that is to come ahead of me. And that I will continue to be whole even on the days I don't feel like I am.
To be able to look at the wrinkles forming around my eyes and mouth, the grey roots that I keep forgetting to cover, the softness that holds me together and feel my shoulders relax as I settle into the beauty of all of it.
To be able to make mistakes and still choose love.
To be able to know the difference between speaking my truth and knowing my truth.
To be able to gently hold the vulnerable bits. The parts where I'm learning how to ask for help. The parts where I'm trying to open up to even more love. The parts where I'm admitting that I don't know. The parts where I'm listening more and softening judgement more and letting things just be when that is the right move.
This is me looking myself in the eyes with compassion.
This is me seeing beauty and wholeness and truth.
This is me softening and opening up even more to the love within me, that surrounds me.
Yes.
Yes.
Yes.
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this is me in real
Reader Comments (6)
yes
YES to all of it.
Thank you, Liz!
YES!!!! A thousand times YES!
Beautiful.
Hearing you.
xo
Hearing you, and feeling so much the same. Thank you.
Hearing you loud and clear. You're awesome. Whether or not I can turn a corner remains to be seen. Maybe. Not yes, yet. Maybe. Michelle t