No one does it alone.
It’s easy to forget that.
Maybe your past has turned into a story about why:
But everyone needs help sometimes. Especially those of us who think we can go it alone.
It’s tough to talk about; God knows I don’t like admitting it.
But here’s the truth I know today. . .
No one can or should do it alone, and even the Lone Ranger had Tonto.
We’ve all got stories, plenty of them, but those stories suck the joy out of life and lead to a dark and scary neighbourhood where your lizard brain thrives.
It’s easy to hang onto the stories and forget that you have amazing people in your life. Call me Pollyanna but I am certain that you do.
People who light you up with their joy, show you the way when you feel lost and love you no matter what.
This is a love note to them.
Who you are is a recent gift, for which I am grateful.
Who you are gives me comfort, and like Linus with his blanket I feel safe.
Who you are is a beacon, lighting my path when I think I’m at the end.
Who you are is love in human form; remembering your hug makes me smile.
Who you are for me reminds me of who I am for others.
Some days I have to dig deep to remember you are there, nestled safe and snug in my heart.
Some days I try to avoid who you are, for your light reflects mine. . .and I can hardly be with that.
And when you, yourself, forget who you are, come to me and I will tell you. Search my heart and you will find. . .you.
You remind me that I don’t have to go it alone.
And with my whole heart I thank you.