What this year has taught me...

This year isn’t about the list of accomplishments or all the things I managed to do to keep myself busy.

This year is about the time I spent in isolation.

The relationship I learned to have with loneliness.

The letting go of wanting it to be different. 

The releasing of people, stories and patterns that were built on disillusionment.  

The sovereignty that arrived as I learned to love myself from the depths of my core.

The letting go of what I should be doing in this time and accepting that sadness, grief, pain and heartache was worth feeling and being present for.  

This year might not look like much on paper and that is okay with me. 

The uncertainty, the loneliness, the not knowing what is next didn’t give me an answer.

The time spent thinking this is not what I wanted and discovering it was just what I needed.  

A way to remember my wholeness, strength, courage and truth.  

To stop checking off the box to move forward, to let go of the false illusion of control and to come back to the work of my heart and soul.  

This year has allowed me to see people in a greater capacity than ever before and to remember the simplest gift comes in the presence of being seen for who I truly am.

This year reminded me of the one gift I am forever grateful for, my breath. 

Allowing for a deep breath in and a deep breath out.  

That is enough. That is 2020.