Being thirty-nine has somehow managed to suck and be amazing at the same time. I made a commitment to myself this year to tell the truth more than ever. To myself, as well as to others. When I hurt someone and even more difficultly, when they hurt me. It isn't so much that I have gone out of my way to seek out these conversations--in fact, I have had to take a sit and wait stance on a few I would rather just go ahead and be done with--but I will say this: be careful what you say you are ready to do and be because what you will find is that you are scared and laid bare. And that is only the beginning. And yes, it sucks. But there is peace in speaking into the light the stuff that grows in the dark.
The following is something I read that speaks loudly to my laid bare heart this morning:
"I believe that by being the best and most healed version of ourselves we can truly make a difference in the world. I’m not an activist or politician, and I’m not able to have any direct impact on the areas of the world where help is needed. But what I can do is make a difference in the small pocket of the world I call home.
I can live with integrity and be honest about my feelings, even when they hurt. I can put my whole heart into my work and pay forward the generosity that was shown to me when my world fell apart. I can look after myself, knowing that by healing my own hurts I won’t be passing them on to anyone else. In a society like ours, filled with so many emotionally wounded people acting out their pain, this is possibly the most important work we could ever do—heal our hurts so we don’t pass them on."
--Susannah Conway
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