Sometimes I feel like I just keep banging my head against the wall.
I make the same mistake over and over again and wonder how many times until I get it?
Until I stop?
Until something changes?
Maybe the change has to first be my mindset.
Where I understand the mistakes to take on a new meaning.
These mistakes are actually lessons.
The lessons test, and often break, my heart.
And in the end they make me more resilient.
My recovery time gets shorter.
Maybe they are lessons to grieve past trauma I’ve buried deep.
Because we can’t truly heal unless we go through a grieving process…
Unless we feel all the feels.
Process all the things.
The heart gets cracked open each time I am vulnerable.
And the way to mend the cracks [and make them stronger] is through love and taking care of myself.
It is in this way that I can be of service to those closest to me and to this world.
If I don’t tend to and care for the cracks, I cannot serve from a place of deep love and compassion.
I know I’m here to serve, so I’m going to continue caring for the cracks.