There is no such thing as ‘getting over it’ in life.
You don’t get to go back.
Trauma changes us and tragedy disrupts us.
And that’s ok.
Maybe you lost someone.
Maybe you lost yourself.
Maybe you’ve had more bad days than good ones.
Maybe you’ve made a mistake.
Or ten thousand.
You are not defined by them.
What you’ve done is not who you are.
You aren’t damaged.
Don’t get bogged down by your ‘failures’.
You aren’t the opinion of someone who doesn’t know you, or even someone that does but doesn’t know what wakes you up in the middle of the night.
You are better for going through – and not around – something terrible.
The best people I know have depth, and parts of their story that don’t shine.
Don’t dull the muddy bits.
I’ll never stop falling in love with people who have scars but can still sustain the courage to dream. And the courage to re-write their story. Sometimes over and over.
That’s what freedom is.
That’s what rising up means.
To write the story of “this is what tried to keep me from stepping into the best version of myself, and this is how I told it to ‘sit down’”.
Maybe you’ve survived a bunch of thunderstorms and continued walking.
Maybe you got back up.
You are wiser for it.
You are better for it.
Don’t ever let anyone, or any one experience, stop you from living and doing the things you love.
Society doesn’t get to tell you how to live your life.
It’s your life.
You get to decide how it goes.
There’s no trophy for having it all figured out by 30, or 40, or 50.
Life is about creating as many genuinely happy, passionate moments as possible – for you, and others.
Chase your dreams. Fall in love. Travel. Take detours. Study. Fall out of love. Switch jobs. Move. Stay. Fight. Give up. Go. Learn. Swerve. Grow.
There is more to you than yesterday.
Freedom is knowing that, at the dawn of a new tomorrow.