When the shit has hit the fan
I hope you take care of you tonight. Tonight and tomorrow. Sometimes breathing is all we need to do.
When we go through scary phases and places we don’t have to be kings and queens of the world and all knowing! Sometimes we break, sometimes we lose hope and sometimes it get’s fucking dark. Sometimes we feel unlovable in every which way.
But what if you actually were this diamond. This shiny extremely valuable thing, but you never noticed it? What if you actually are invaluable, this light, that just went through hell, been tossed around so bad that all the fucking layers of crap makes you blind to this? What if…you just been so used to the dirt you’ve forgotten your shine underneath?
We are ALL invaluable. We are ALL wonderful in our own little weird ways. Even the bad stuff. Even your dirty socks and our quirky ways. It’s all love. And when you just focus on breathing, being and realising that yeah maybe now you are in a shitty place, somehow we can survive this. And when we do…and the storm passes…we can dust ourselves off and start to shine again.
Much love. And take care of yourself now.
We need you. YES - YOU.
