I don't think I've ever been in a space before where I've been open to, and welcoming of, so much change. Good and bad. My life has been constantly shifting, redirecting, and reorganizing itself into something that feels like its more inline with my authentic self. I've had the most amazing people and experiences magically come into fruition lately. I remember a point where I couldn't even imagine it otherwise. I fought it for so long, threw my anchors down in a tumultuous sea only hoping that by fighting the current it would lead me to where I wanted to be. I've had this reoccurring dream over the past couple of years of swimming out in a fierce ocean only to get pummeled wave after wave. I'd have the same one night after night, fighting, drowning and relentlessly trying to come up for air. An obvious metaphor for the reality that I had been living. As I loosened my grip this dream started to become workable. I'd float out, still confronted with the same stormy sea, but when a wave hit I'd fall back in it, letting it carry me. Sometimes to the bottom, but never drowning. I knew that if I surrendered and just let it take me. I'd eventually be brought back up. Like seasons, life is constantly shifting. Taking us from high moments, to lows, and back again. The beauty in it is that it all serves a greater purpose. Like the sediment on a bottom of a lake. It's mucky, sometimes you can get stuck in it, yet it its rich in nutrients. I think our darker times feed and fertilize us so we can continue to yield these incredible blooms. I'm thankful for the depths that I've swam. It still takes a certain amount of self compassion and courage to navigate, but without these times I wouldn't appreciate washing ashore.