The Power of Showing Up

It���s been a really long time, friends. Months and months. I could tell you I had an unprecedentedly unscheduled summer where I intentionally unplugged to let myself heal. And that would be true. I could tell you that���also unprecedented���I hosted no one at our mountain house, not even my mother. And that would be true. I could tell you about all the healing things I did instead of writing, mainly crazy amounts of reading, yoga and self-exploration. All that would be true. I could tell you that all those things are why I haven���t written. But, honestly, I haven���t blogged because I wanted to do all that and then show up here with wise words like my old self. I wanted to slip back into the skin I wore before I lost my sister and pick up again where I left off. I really, really wanted to write words to you that had nothing to do with grief or loss.

The problem? I am still a mess. I am not my old self. And as much as I want to pretend for you, I can���t. So I could keep avoiding you. I could keep trying to force myself back into that old skin of mine. Or I could just show up and find the truth and the beauty in where I am, even if my inner critic tells me that I should be further along than I am.

So today I choose to show up. To pop in and say hello even though I don���t have it all together. And don���t have a well-crafted message ready for you. Sometimes coming to the table and sitting is enough. Join me?