Look, I know there’s a lot of good in the world. I know there are helpers and healers and there is magic in the mundane and joy for the taking but also I can’t shake the feeling that there’s so much heavy and the heavy doesn’t seem to be lifting.
In fact, I think it’s all around us.
Personally and globally.
I don’t think we were meant to carry the weight of the world but I think we are all trying to anyway.
We are out here trying to hold space for one another and heal from past traumas and offer compassion to everyone but ourselves.
We are out here trying to be strong and kind and capable and I think we might be exhausted.
I recently had a thought flash into my brain and that thought was “I’m tired of pretending I’m okay” and the next thought that immediately followed was “maybe everyone is tired of pretending”
And now I can’t stop pondering that notion.
I know more people surviving than I do thriving these days and maybe misery loves company and we see what we seek or maybe a lot of us are struggling.
And I see those same people trying to maintain an outer cool, calm, and collected vibe and I’m not saying I’m one of those people but-uh- hi. It’s me.
So friends, if that’s you, I have an invitation: maybe instead of trying to be okay- instead of pretending- we can lean into and acknowledge the fact that we’re not.
We can admit to ourselves and each other that this life is hard and heavy and maybe in admitting that it’s not okay, we WILL be.
Maybe we’ll be able to hold space for the heavy while also leaning into the light. ❤️🩹
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