Almost once a month in my twenties, I’d have a sickening crying jag, where my self-worth plunged into the toilet. If I’d been given a wish back then, I would have crumpled myself up like dirty Kleenex and demanded God start over.
I want to be someone else, I’d think.
I couldn’t have even told you why. Or what kind of changes I needed. All I knew was that I felt horrid and beyond repair. Despair was the only logical choice.
But over a few years, my despair disappeared.
If you’re well and truly stuck, if you assume wholeness, bravery, and joy are for other people, I get it.
But we don’t have to stay there. A life filled with a tiny but real bit of beauty is available to you right now, exactly how you are. And it doesn’t take a ton of effort, bravery, or know-how to get there.
Here’s what to do…
This post makes me so happy. It’s about how to live juicy lives, and start drinking in beauty right now. Oh, dear sisters, if you feel dried up and lost, don’t despair. Go with me and read the rest, won’t you?