i'll get by with a little help
A word about my humans.
I’m crying in the kitchen again, partly because the nights are lonely and partly because I’m thinking, with gratitude, about all of the people who love me and have kept me on track, and fed, and rested, and entertained, and a part of, and mindful, and safe this past year. Because it's been a fucking year. And there’s still not really an end in sight. And I know, there’s never an end to our journey, and our human-ness, and our growth and learning. But man am I worn out!
So, thank the universe for my people, because there is no way I could still be kicking ass if it weren’t for them.
These people who love me so relentlessly, no matter what. Who have stayed kindly close, even while they watched me suffer through a broken relationship. Who watched me bang my head against the brick wall for years, and loved me anyways. Who listened patiently, and wanted to scream, but didn’t. Who hug hard and speak spoftly and require nothing of me except that I keep bringing my A-game, no matter how weak it might be at that moment. Who remind me that I am more than enough, that I am perfectly imperfect, and beautiful and wonderful and worthy of all the good things, even when I don’t believe it myself. Who watch me make the same mistakes over and over, and absolutely never say ‘I told you so’. Who remind me of who I am, and what I can do, and what I have done, and always help me find my truth. Who have known me forever, known me through all the things, and know me better than I know myself sometimes.
I am profoundly grateful. And if they think I can do this, well maybe they're right.