I received a recent email from a dear friend that was signed, “I’m a trainwreck. And I love life.”
I can so relate. Lately, the days have been long, filled with lots of life practice: courage, boundary setting, gratitude. Sometimes we lose our way. Just a little. Or sometimes a lot. Yet, there we are in the the center of our dreams, of our beautiful families, loving every square inch.
The lovely thing about life is that we have full permission to simply be alive. And sometimes that means being broken and whole all in the same breath.
I’m a trainwreck. And I love life.
Brilliantly said. And lived.