We celebrate growth. We celebrate the newness of things. Today’s things included sitting through words about me that were 100% harsh and 100% true. I had to hear them for growth. Nobody ever said anything about growing making you feel powerful. It kills you sometimes, you know. Breaks your bones to create space for new ones.
There are days when our love tanks are going to be filled. They will be rosy and full of light and surrounded by people. But there are days like this, too, where the tanks get drained by words, not to make me thirst. Just to dig deeper. Maybe make a bigger tank.
Oh, growing pains. Let me celebrate you.