After a week of household sicknesses, sleepless nights, and the general requirement to press through a lot of drudgery when all I really wanted to do was sleep through it.
After not really liking the me I am when I'm covered in the stuff of life and perseverance, I finally find myself on the other side. However long it takes, the other side usually comes right?
And this morning, on this side of it all, when I'm feeling spent but thankful, I hear the Voice in my heart whisper, 'I love you. I love the you you are when no one else is around. The gritted teeth you. The you who left all performance in the dust because there was no space left for it in hands filled with the paraphernalia of Life'.
Perhaps you need to hear it too. If so here's something that's true every single day whether you feel it or not:
You are Beautiful.
byoo-tuh-fuh l]
1. having beauty; possessing qualities that give great pleasure or satisfaction to see, hear, think about, etc; delighting the senses or mind.
2. excellent of its kind.
xxx
Photography: Cat Lane