A broken heart is an open heart. I am not blind to all the wonder. I am by the hour counting the things I am thankful for. I am more aware of the good parts, those I still have and those I have lost, than ever before. I am blown away how in a dark space, light will trickle in and find you sulking in corners of your own making. Here is a list of things I am thankful for this morning:
-a good cup of hot coffee
-my unborn nephew
-my family who knows no bounds in their love and support for me
-my friends near and far that I have collected over the years of my life
-my body in all its bends and imperfections for delivering me everywhere I need to be
-the ocean for reminding me how small I am
-singing at the top of my lungs in the car
-sushi
-writing as a means of healing, I do not understand how other people deal with their feelings
-hot concrete and bare feet
-salt water in my hair
-egg and toast
-the promise of tomorrow
-strangers and their strange perfect kindness
-everything I am
Someone told me yesterday, from very far away, that I must settle in into the mystery, and that is exactly what I am starting to do. For anyone out there looking for silver lining let this be a place to start.
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