2017 taught me a lot about how to deal with the cracks, with the vacant space in between the parts of myself that have proven themselves to be more or less permanent. Historically, I’d refuse to honor this space - I’d run at all cost. I’d fill it with the most fleeting of things - with women, with parties, with poorly contrived platitudes anchored in insecurity. By refusing to honor the cracks in myself I was giving them strength - I was allowing them to erode the parts of myself that I held in the highest regard - I was giving them the opportunity to subvert my attention and my ability to make the right choices, day after day. Don’t run from your cracks. Allow yourself to honor them, whatever the cost. We’re taught that being vulnerable is a weakness. We’re taught that only the strong survive. There is strength in vulnerability, there is strength in allowing yourself to feel the things that make being human such a special experience. We are privileged in our capacity to be vulnerable with ourselves and with one another. It’s what makes us human and being human is, above all else, a gift. Happy Thursday, y’all. 🙏🏻
I’d like to spend less time hiding this year. Mainly, from myself.
11 5605 days ago
The first time I took this drive, I giggled uncontrollably. I came back the next 3 mornings - I can’t explain it but a part of me instantly felt at peace here. The prehistoric forests of the Pacific Northwest are somewhere in all of us.