Wednesday, December 20, 2017

A Letter Before We're Gone

I know this is a bittersweet time of year for you because you remember too much.

You remember too many Christmases for someone so young.

There are lights on the tree and there’s water in your eyes, even though the soft glow of everything through a window as you drive past makes you happy. It’s a happy kind of sad, it’s a sad kind of happy. Are you happy now?

How long do we have? Not long. Who do we have? Only so many. Maybe less. But it is enough, and they are enough.

I hope you find your heart under a tree somewhere, wrapped in beautiful paper and tied with a bow. I hope you forgive the people you hate and that you find some kind of peace in someone else, even if it’s just for a few days before we all return to the business of forgetting our lives as we live them.

Your heart is enough.

Don’t get me wrong, good things happen, more than you might expect, or more than you might ever dream, but bad things happen too, and you’ve got to appreciate all the moments between those two points because that’s life too, and it keeps on happening no matter what you do, until it doesn’t and then all that’s left is what you made and who you loved.

Your life is enough.

If I’ve learned anything this year, it’s what I’ve said before: Listen to the kindest voice in your head. It’s the highest form of yourself. The best you is the kindest you, to yourself and to others.

It’s sharp and rough out there, the only way you beat it is by keeping it soft and gentle in your heart. 

Being kind is enough. Love is enough.

 Thank you for every ounce of kindness you’ve shown my new book. It means a lot to me. Thank you for telling your friends about it. Thank you for all that you are. You are beautiful and loved by the universe that made you.

You are more than enough.

My best,