To the year that shaped us,
Thank you for bending
us backward and pushing us out of our comfort zone! Thank you for painting the
pictures of mediocrity that comfortability can cause- we did it! We moved! We fought!
We rested! Look at us now, pieces of puzzles both fractured and whole- yet
still a beauty that words if apportioned, will underestimate.
This is a reflection- this is for those who cried themselves
to sleep, for those who cried in the shower, for those of us who woke up every
day choosing to let God. This is all of my love to you.
This is a letter- for those who took big steps even as your
hearts failed you and doubt hugged you, for those who graduated, for those who
found love and those who remained secure in their singleness. This is all the
flowers you deserve.
This is a hug, and a tub of ice cream to those who invested,
and got nothing in return- to those of us that got our hearts punctured and to
those who disappointment sang to often. This is my solidarity.
This is for those of us who lost the people we loved, to
those that this year taught the meaning of helplessness. This is peace for you.
To those who lost friends, who outgrew friends, to those of
us who grew and wanted better, to those of us that had to leave people behind
because they were not in line with sight, for the friendships that did not
survive redefining - this is my understanding, it cannot have been easy.
This is me offering my words as a balm- trusting that it be
soothing to the places that hurt, to the parts of us that remain unrevealed, to
the children in us that want to be assured, who stay wanting to know just how
right what we’ve done is, and that we’ve done great.
This is me lighting a candle, asking you to meditate- this
is me offering you whispers of love, you’re doing just fine. You couldn’t have
done it any different- you couldn’t have done more. Every day of this year-
each second and minute, you worked your brain and flogged your mind thinking of
how to make a thing better, you did just what you could do. Take a deep breath
in, and then out. Give yourself a hug, and tell yourself how proud you are of the things you've done. Not a single one of them is too small.
Just in case nobody told you- the invisible battles matter
too.
So, my love, the person whom all of my gratitude and
appreciation goes to- you did absolutely splendid this year! The times you left
it all to God, the times you put yourself first, the days that you died to
self, and even the days that you fought habits that threatened to ruin you. Take
a look back, think about it- the days that your heart was breaking and you
still put a smile on someone’s face? Don’t you know how proud the creator is of
you? Can you not see the marvelous works of his hands when you look in the
mirror?
My precious warrior reader- you who fought what only your
mouth can speak of; this note is your flower, your balloon and your trophy!
Go, my giant Rockstar- you did spectacular!💗💗💗
