New year, new you. This common phrase, to me, feels unkind and unloving. And while there is much I could say about why,
I’ll simply say, no thank you.
Our becoming is not on a timeline. It’s not linear. It’s an ongoing process that is beautiful, hard and messy.
This year, I want to try on something that is uncomfortable.
I want to try on celebrating who I am and celebrating who I am becoming . . . and maybe you do too.
Well done. You made it.
While it was a year filled with pain. With heartache. With tears. And with devastation.
It was also a year filled with joy. With laughter. With sweet memories. And with new beginnings.
I saw your moments of frustration. Your moments of exhaustion. And your moments of helplessness.
I also saw your effort. Your determination. And your perseverance.
You are often quick to beat yourself up for all the ways you fall short, but I want you to know,
I am proud of you.
I am proud of you for the moments you chose to be present . . . even the hard ones.
I am proud of you for the moments you chose to be kind to yourself . . . even when you didn’t feel you deserved it.
I am proud of you for the moments you chose joy . . . even when you didn’t feel it.
I am proud of you for the moments you chose to engage in the deeper, harder conversations . . . even when it was uncomfortable.
I am proud of you for choosing YOU.
For who you are. And for who you are becoming.
You are an unfinished masterpiece.
And while it has not been easy. And while you have acquired a few more scars. You’ve never been more beautiful.
Keep going. Keep fighting. There is more life to live. More love to receive. More joy to experience. And more freedom waiting for you.