Doesn’t everyone pack naked?
I’m packing for my birthday trip that I keep forgetting is my birthday trip bc I’m deliciously old.
And I guess birthdays used to be about getting stuff that I thought I needed or wanted, or stuff I thought I was supposed to need or want.
Or stuff that I was conditioned to need and want because maybe it was never about me,
and this is why I never knew who I was all those years.
If you keep adding stuff on top of nothing, the nothing is still there.
It’s just hiding underneath the fancy coat.
Doesn’t everyone wax philosophical naked?
Turns out finding yourself is the hardest and scariest thing you will ever do,
until you’ve found her.
And then the best gift of all is that you get to feel so much peace and truth and wholeness. You get to look behind you at the long and winding road it took to get to where you are
and
thank the pain – and the people who caused it – for forcing you out of your costume.
You give more grace. You love harder and better,
even if it means you’re loving less people now.
I know so many of you are going through a change right now.
Going somewhere you never thought you’d have to go.
It’s scary. It’s unknown. It’s new.
But you’re walking that path anyway
and that’s what we call Brave.
I promise you it’s worth it.
And I’m here with a flashlight to walk with you if you need me.
I love you.
💋🥂