This is going to be one of those times when I write a bunch of stuff that maybe I shouldn’t. And I wouldn’t, except I think maybe it’s important for you to hear. So here goes.
It’s Monday morning, and most of us probably wish we were somewhere else.
The past few years have been a tumultuous time for me. I would hesitate to call it a “rough patch” or a “dark period,” though truthfully it has been those things at times. I’ve been diving deep into the shadows of myself, wrestling with them, accepting them, slowly but surely giving the world a glimpse of the things I’ve kept hidden for so long, for fear I would be judged unworthy. And in the light of day and within the warm space that opens from completely emptying one’s self, I’ve come out the other side, broken and reassembled, cleansed and infinitely freer.