A year ago today I boarded a plane to Hawaii, ready for a new adventure, but so damn scared of the lifestyle changes I knew were inevitable. My health, my heart, my soul, my mind, and my body needed a lot of help. A LOT of help. And so day by day, I made one decision: show up. Just show up. Hawaii broke me. Hawaii welcomed me with open arms and squeezed out every last tear and bit of emotion I had.
But you can’t have a resurrection without a crucifixion now can you?
And slowly. SLOWLY, the girl I lost so long ago began to return. I’m not quite back yet, but I’m healthier. I am appreciative of those months and also sad that I didn’t make more of my time there. But someday, I’ll be complete again and I will be able to look back knowing just how important those dark months were to my health, heart, soul, mind, and body.
Just show up, my friends. One day at a time. And I can’t promise you it will be better. But it will be uncomfortable and it will be different and sometimes, if you keep showing up, you find yourself in the different. And sometimes the different becomes better. Show up for the better.