I recognize that my writing has been sporadic lately. I haven’t had many pivotal insights of an impersonal quality lately. There’s nothing I could write at this moment that wouldn’t amount to bearing my soul more than I care to at this point. Suffice it to say that I highly recommend looking at the deepest roots of any issues you may have. It may be painful, but it is worth it.
Over the past few weeks, I have been yelled at. I have been protected. I have been loved. I have been scrutinized. I have drawn closer to some people than I ever imagined, and I have found myself at a distance from people who once traveled very near to my heart.
It’s like waking up one day and realizing that I am a woman—an adult woman, not just a girl. And more than that, I have grown into a woman I like—not a perfect woman or anyone I thought I’d be, but someone I enjoy. There is no need to hate myself. There is every reason to be patient. All women are still little girls in part.
If I could admonish you to anything, it would be to embrace love and to do the thing that scares you. Those are the only two things I have found helpful in guiding my recent decision making: love and facing fear.
Always face the fear. You may have to cry the entire time, but face it and walk through it. Love keeps you alive.