When everything is going lovely in life, you don’t have to work your butt off. You can whistle a happy tune and skip down the street sucking a rainbow lollipop. La, la, la… CRASH!
When you run into trouble, though, the work gets done. I used to be ashamed that I fell apart… embarrassed that I had to find and reassemble the pieces of myself. I painted on a shiny, new coat of paint and didn’t tell anyone about the cracks underneath.
Later I saw the value in having to rebuild of myself. Struggle sucked (don’t get me wrong!) but from it I gained so much wisdom, compassion and strength. The new version I built of myself was a better version. Pain that was my enemy became my ally… my beauty and my strength. As Rumi said, “The wound is the place where the light enters you.”
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