Four days in a row of morning + evening meditations with daily love letters. High five. Well done, me!
To being open to possibilities. To putting myself out there, despite heart breaks and unreturned invitations.
To putting on blue rain boots for the first time, going for a walk during intermission between the main act of rain and hail. To going on dates with myself with the sky closed and wind asleep.
As I get closer to the water’s edge, I question reality. Deep blue sky wedged in between grey clouds on the bottom; purple and lilac’s on the top, reflecting descending sun’s rays.
Night’s act come to life. Darkness draws the act of day like curtains on stage. Rainbow of blue paint the world around me. Lucky to be out, no longer avoiding the discomfort. Witnessing brutal beauty of nature. Brutal because it’s harsh. Beautiful because it is.
I now chase discomfort. Growth lives in unfamiliar territory.
It is safe to go outside. It is always a good idea to go for walks. To witness silver lining in between the storms that come and go.
There is always light at the end of every tunnel. I don’t know how long this ride will be, and how long I’ll be in the shadow.
And so, I remind myself. Again and again.
To stay open. To put myself out there. To say yes to meeting all the wrong people. Until I reach the end of this tunnel, and the next, and the next. Knowing and believing that I will meet when I am ready. When I am out.
There is no arriving. There is no destination. There is only living.