It’s time to get comfortable with yourself, as if you are sipping warm tea with a stranger. Or someone you haven’t talked to in decades. Getting comfortable with the scars on your body, the ugliness that you hide away, and the mosaic, the fragments that make up your life. I like to imagine a kindergarten making a collage, with sticky glue and googly eyes and glitter and rigid edges that make up the paper. There’s so many stories beneath the surface of you, so many delicate patterns that you live by subconsciously. Let’s get familiar with those parts that are wanting to be listened to, that are wanting to be heard, that are just simply wanting to be held.

The one thing I do know is that being human is messy, and that’s beautiful. The simple beauty of you is an art form. Maybe the plan for my life is not having a plan. That’s been a hard truth and a hard pill to swallow, though I’m realizing that my body has a different capacity than I anticipated it having at this stage of my life. It’s also OK to change your mind at any point you don’t always have to be wrestling with this version of you to get things done. Just be gentle with yourself and do what feels good to your body, not to your mind that’s cookie cutter and judgmental.