I am all about adventure. Sometimes doing the “right” thing is harder for me because why not do it for the story….random runaways, train rides, strip clubs, swinger parties, not leaving someone you “should” leave, saying out of pocket off the wall shit because why not, keeping your child home from school because you are the mom so you can, just literally doing what the fuck I want because in that moment my body says let’s go. Sometimes I know I should tell myself to sit the fuck down, shut the fuck up and tie myself to the bed, which also would be good for the story but oh the adventure thrills me.

We often forget that healing is messy. Mistakes are not always mistakes but opportunities to learn something about ourselves we otherwise would not have known. I am my biggest critic but my biggest cheerleader too. Like “hey girl yeah go do it…do it for the story!!” 1% better everyday is a dance. It isn’t linear. It’s more of the cha cha or even the slide, or a climb up a mountain. One step into the groove upward but the next step you can’t quite reach so you have to step sideways and down a bit. And if you fall a bit, pause and reflect where you need to put your foot next to continue your upward journey and when you reach a flat surface for a moment, pause and rest, breathe and enjoy your accomplishment. When we choose acceptance and understanding of ourselves through our healing journey it allows space to keep going. Strength is found in joy, peace but also in pure grit and discipline. Balance is the key. Acceptance is the key. And never giving up because we fall.

This week was filled with adventure, setbacks, growth, accomplishment, pain, grit, joy and fun. I embraced it all… from an impulsive trip to Charlotte to a train ride home to a kiss from someone I shouldn’t be kissing but my god how it filled me with pleasure and joy to a night of fun and laughs with women I am growing to love.

Fall in love with your process, dance your dance, climb your mountain but never give up.