“… my love, no matter how long it takes, you’re always going to make your way back to the found. sometimes it might just take the compass you have in your heart a bit longer to find its way again. remember the love; remember the light; remember the warmth. take care of yourself. “ – Anthea Yang
Take Care of Yourself.
It’s funny, isn’t it?
I always sign off on this thing, “be kind to yourselves” because I wish that for others, but mostly, it’s a note – every time I write – for me.
I’m growing in so many ways, and it’s uncomfortable. It’s not the kind of growth you can see, necessarily. I haven’t, for example, outgrown my love of Cheetos.
It’s the inner growth, the kind that rumbles with a whispered breath, the spark just before the boom.
And the things I used to think were important, the things I used to clutch to? They’re mist now.
I don’t have definite answers. I don’t have clear plans (I don’t work well with them anyway).
I just know that change is happening, whether I’m ready or not.
Have a good night, friends. Be kind to yourselves. (Really.)