lately my coping strategy has been a mix of long walks, crying in public and the occasional silent screams into the void.
i used to think i was just being dramatic, but honestly, who hasn’t lost it a little in a trailhead parking lot, or on a paddle board in the middle of the lake, or 10:30pm in the produce aisle? (no? just me?)
the truth is, sometimes i let it out because i can’t hold it anymore, and sometimes, strangely, it feels like the world understands.
this summer, i was doing this quite a bit, just cracking open in unexpected places. and every time, there was a weird relief (embarrassment, but relief). like the universe was saying: same, girl.
because let’s be real, the world is heavy right now. the storms, the fires, the endless headlines. of course we’re crying.
but maybe, that’s how we survive.
by letting the release happen.
where the ground can catch us and the sky can hold us.
so yeah, i came away reminded that cracks aren’t weakness, they’re the places where the light sneaks back in.
i’m not too much.
i’m not too sensitive.
i’m just alive to it.
xx jen