Reflections of Life

It's that time of year again, where you are simultaneously excited and exhausted all at once as you begin this race's last inning.

The seasons, the years, the times that felt unhinged, and you wish that you could just erase 

You have navigated many stormy seas, you're a captain, and though it's your job to direct, you never thought you would, in the end, be alone.

Today I reflect, and I am reminded of a very special day that I want to celebrate and utilise its notions every single day of the year.

As the dark still lingers and the sun tries to rise over the mountains, it is confronted with the fog that reminds me that sorrow is still in my midst.

I surrender the fight for this year and give myself permission to find rest. I am aware at this stage nothing else for the year can be achieved. 

A year that has shifted me more than I feel my whole life has ever done. I am unsure if it is adversity or that my heart is more inclined from the broken to find healing. 

Traditions are something that has always held substantial value to me as they are part of me, and shared from history in the hopes that maybe they can be held in the future too. 

A day filled with cheer and joy, right? But why is everyone so exhausted by the time it comes and weighted with the tasks to make everything perfect?

Sometimes, when life throws us a curveball, we can have this thought or desire to want our old life back.

I have been learning more about what it means to be brave and the greatest lessons I learn are from the beautiful humans around me that I have been fortunate to watch grow.

How does one find the true treasure, the weight that is worth the purest form of gold?

The" What ifs" are a large portion of my life right now, and I am finding myself unsure of so many unknowns.