I’ve been wracking my brain and my heart with some big questions lately. Big life ones about making changes and breaking cycles and getting messy. As a recovering perfectionist I like to have all the answers to any question that would come up, but right now I don’t and I’m learning to live with that. Stop forcing it and breathe.
I keep having song lyrics run through my head instead of answers because music tends to be my breathing throughout the day. All the lyrics center on this one truth, I am a child of God, and it seems that every moment of these days I need to be reminded of that one truth. I give myself a little tattoo every morning to help with the remembering.
Maybe I do have all the answers already, at least the ones that really matter.