“Chains of habit are too light to be felt until they are too heavy to be broken.” ~ Warren Buffett
I’m not broken.
I am battered and oh so bruised. Some pieces of me seem to be hanging on precariously, like shards filled with grief, ready to shatter at any given moment. But I am not broken.
There is still a light that yearns to shine through. To find a way to be enveloped in love and peace.
This year has been been, without exaggeration, a trial. It has robbed me of so much. Relentless and unrecoverable. I hurt in ways, I thought impossible.
And yet there has been Mercy.
Beautiful, raw and open, my heart knows of joy and love only because It have been shown sorrow and loss.
This year draws to a close and I find myself different. I have traversed obstacles I never thought to tackle. I have discovered a courage and a strength within me that was forged of necessity. I have learned to give all that I have without reservation and that growth comes not from another’s intention but my own. I have searched for my faith in a world that made me question all of my foundations and beliefs.
I have been shown love. In moments of my despair, I have felt the power of a community. Hearts beating in collective unison for Ryan. Compassion and kindness for each other, we are set to move mankind forward.
As the clock strikes midnight and a new year dawns upon us, I ask that 2019 bring with it, a softer and gentler time.
I want the chance to change the words that were my mantra last year; grief, sadness, anger, exhaustion and try to create a new language.
Life is sacred. Love is treasured. Kindness is valued.
Even broken can be beautiful.
And that my dear ones is the unique but wonderful difference.
Much love in the New Year.