In less than an hour it will be my birthday. My 42nd time around the sun.
Before the day gently folds into the next, I’m finding a tender moment of reflection.
…I’m listening to what my heart wants from me this year: A bit more grace. A little more kindness. Space to breathe between the lightning bolts of intensity. Burning all the ways I hide in plain view. Allowing for the ecstasy of life to surge through me while honoring the times I need the sanctity of a quiet hush.
This year, as a dear friend said: it’s time to become comfortable being uncomfortable, to accept the parts of me that are paradoxical … and trust me: there are quite a few of them.
I have judged myself – often harshly – for being traditional and untethered; wild, yet rooted; distant and then present; lovingly open and withdrawn; generous yet self-absorbed; unattached to outcome, fully surrendered to the moment (or a relationship) and occasionally completely attached, full of expectations.
But … Life wants us to love ourselves regardless. Even the messy, complex, unsavory, shadowy, human parts.
So this year, I will attempt to gracefully accept who I am right now. Imperfections and all.
Maybe it’s not our “Divine” and “Light” parts of ourselves that make us luminous and radiant … perhaps its the raw edge of our humanness, embraced with love.
Here’s to your imperfect beauty, your perfectly imperfect human-ness.