I found this Tumblr post today from the beginning of this year. Wow, this put things into some perspective. This year was more challenging than I anticipated. It actually nearly ripped me apart. I went on my Washington state trip, which was terrific. (So terrific, I want to plan another trip to go back with my Love soon.) I signed a contract to write a blog for my favorite non-profit in town. I didn’t write as much personally as I wanted to. I cooked as much as time allowed, and I still have a stack of books I want to get through. The unknown brought a lot of hard things. I got a challenging job that has taught me a lot about myself. Through what has felt like insurmountable anxiety and fear, I’ve learned my values and deeply rooted intentions to guide my heart. I struggled with not feeling good enough, yet with therapy, I’ve been slowly unknotting the threats of that narrative and creating a new way of thinking and living that is whole, fulfilling, and loving. This year was hard, but it was good.
A sunset on our right and a moon rise on our left.
I’m living in a November haze. This month has been light and warm, the breeze soft on my skin and light as it blows through my hair.
I often worry about if people like me or if they think way too much or way too little. I worry about if I am good enough. I worry and worry until the knot in my stomach get tight.
But then I see the wind blow the leaves onto the air like gold foil confetti and I breath. All is well in the November haze.
I am grateful for hard days because they make the good days sweeter.
A family member of mine had a surgery take place, and it went really well. I am grateful for the dedicated, attentive, and skilled doctors and nurses who cared for them.
I am grateful for this beautiful fall evening. 🍁🍂
I went to an event this evening in my community. It was a small group of people and we talked about a common passion and interest between us all.
I am grateful for the ability to listen and learn new things, to meet new people in my community who share a similar interest with me, and to feel a burst of inspiration for a passion project I’ve been slowly working on.