It may seem like I got my sexy goin on, but it hasn’t always been like that. In fact, this photo shows one of my lowest moments. For some reason I felt the urge to take a picture of myself so I’d remember the depths I came from. It’s similar to the urge of crying uncontrollably and then simultaneously glancing in a mirror to see how it looks.
I don’t know how I survived those months of emotional, physical and spiritual pain. It was as if I was living every lifetime in one year, while my daughter was having an intimate relationship with PBS kids on TV. When in doubt, and when you don’t know which way is up- put on your favorite cozy cottons and curl up under the covers. Your life will thank you for it later.
Once you dive deep into your ugly, the beauty will emerge. That’s metamorphosis at it’s finest. We’re all doing the best we can with what we’ve got and sometimes you just gotta have faith that the Universe has got your back- Patient, humble and heroic to give you strength in your darkest hours and strength becomes the new sexy.
The Universe knows how to carry the burdens when you are at the end of yourself. It will eventually make your bed, clean your house, go to work, cook your meals, walk your dog, pay your bills, buy your groceries, get your children to school, hold them when they’re sick and everything else that goes into healing from heartache and loss. This thick, molasses fog will pass; but for now, give yourself the bed covers and get your grieving on.
As always, Ignite your light and let it shine bright.
From My Heart to Yours,
Kris
