If there’s anything I keep coming back to, it’s that we can only strive to be everything we are. Strive to allow and love each part of ourselves — the seemingly challenging parts, the lighter aspects, the depth, the surface, the wounded parts, the parts that clash. It all lives within us, pieces of a mosaic that, put together, make us whole.

Each part is precious in the story it tells and the life it lets us live, however imperfect that may seem. And yet we expend so much energy trying to discard that story — trying to fit our environment too much, trying to hide our parts and pieces so we can squeeze into the labels and boxes we think we need, as if we’re not good enough just to exist as we are.

Still, precious we are, even in our becoming. Because even if it doesn’t always feel that way or we can’t see the full picture yet, this is the work: to accept and cherish each part on its own, to let them come together, and then to cherish the whole they become. We can appreciate exactly who we are today, knowing we’ll wake up tomorrow as someone more, and love that too.

We have so much to offer ourselves, our loved ones, and the world. That offer requires us to let all our parts breathe, to heal, to be seen, to grow and come together as one — every piece making up the mosaic that is us, in its complete beauty.

That’s our challenge here, if we choose to accept it: not only to experience life in all its contrast, variation, creativity, and beauty, but to experience ourselves that way too. Perhaps this is where we feel most alive.

To bloom as intended, through it all. Not perfectly, but just as we are.

To us, always. 🤍