Raindom Thoughts

None of us gets out of here alive. I mean that with every tender thing in me. We are all just moving through this together, doing the best we can with what we have. Loving imperfectly and being loved imperfectly in return. Finding grace in the smallest places because sometimes that is the only place it fits. You are not alone in the heaviness. And you are not wrong for feeling it. But also. Look up. Something beautiful is probably closer than you think. Check on somebody toda

The first thing you ever knew was joy. Not happiness, because happiness is a weather system, the kind that arrives and departs depending on conditions, on whether the day cooperated, on whether people showed up the way you needed them to. Joy is something older and deeper than that. Joy is the ground the weather moves across. It was there before you had a single word for it, before the world handed you a list of things you had to accomplish before you were allowed to feel goo