Sometimes we don’t know how strong we are until our world shatters.
I’m a big believer that the only words that hold power are the ones I live. And that sacred, raw, truth-full courage is, as Brené Brown famously said, “… to tell the story of who you are with your whole heart.”
But to tell the story of who we are and who we are becoming with our whole hearts, doesn’t mean those “whole hearts have never been broken.
To be strong doesn’t mean we’ve never failed. Or had years cracked through with loss. It doesn’t mean we’ve lived in perfectly styled squares or have never known the searing pain of a heartache so deep it felt like our hearts themselves would rip apart.
In fact, it is in our most broken places where we can find the deepest veins of gold.
This year has been a shattering, and a gathering, and a becoming for me. Life changed in less than an eye blink last January. And I was faced with a choice. I could pick up my broken thoughts, the whiplashed emotions and the painful shards left behind by a brain injury, and choose to believe that there would be strength somehow forged through all the weakness.
The Japanese have a practice called kintsukuroi, which means to repair with gold. It’s the art form of repairing broken pottery with gold based on the belief that the vessel is more beautiful for having been broken. The act of cherishing a pot’s history as sacred, knowing that the repair, the process, the mending made that pot even more valuable.
And the anthem, I am brave, I am bruised, I am who I’m meant to be… ran marathons through my head. This is me. This is us. This becoming in the broken places is everything that matters. And by grace, I chose to begin again.
It is my deep hope that this space can be a place where you can come and breathe. And know you matter. Your struggles matter. Your story matters. You are not alone. You aren’t just building a business, you are building a life that is in every way so much more important.
And your broken places are beautiful. When brokenness is rightly valued, our scars turn to gold and we find that we are stronger than we ever were before the breaking.
This time of year can be really hard. The holidays inch closer, and I just want you to know that brave, bruised, beautiful you, you are not alone. You are profoundly and relentlessly loved. And I for one am cheering you on.