Self promotion literally feels blasphemous to me right now. The state of my heart, the state of the world. I have so much resistance to it. I’ve never been one to pretend i’m ok when i’m not. But i do tend to hide until I feel I can be a light to the world again. If you think my light is big it’s only because you’ve never felt my darkness. The height of your heaven is the depth of your hell. For some reason I feel called to show the depth of grief. Moving through it. The waves. The honest raw reality of it. So there are witnesses to the process as proof that you too can come out the other side. We all love showing the highlight reel. But what about when its dark and messy and seemingly inescapable? What then? “Maybe you were given these mountains so you could show others they can be moved.” I honestly dont want to move this mountain. But its mine. So unless i prefer to be stuck underneath it… i will. Life finds a way. Life always finds a way.