When Wounds Weep
The last couple months I’ve been processing and purging big changes and big feelings. And even more so in the last couple weeks. Holidays with my whole family was awesome. And also awesome at triggering some things in me I’m actively working to shed. And as hurty as some of it was, I’m happy about all of it.
Sometimes wounds weep. Experts will often say it’s necessary for healing. So, I let myself feel it, name it if I can, throw a couple stitches in and slap some salvey on it (what me and my kids call the salve we use for owies. I’m sure it comes from watching Pirates of the Caribbean).
And then I carry on. And it feels good. I feel good. I feel soft and strong at the same time. A peaceful warrior with goals and dreams that might seem small to some but are a big deal to me. And I’m ready. I’m driven. And I’m excited and ever grateful that I’m WILLING to let wounds heal. This is my wish for you in this brand new year ahead. A willingness to weep and a willingness to heal. Let’s make it so.
2026, let’s goooooooooooo!!!
