i noticed the lines on the roof last night. how their angles so high above me pointed towards the sky. and to be honest, it was probably the first time i’d actually looked up in a while.
the pressure of my foot on the gas pedal in my car couldn’t get me to where i was going fast enough. the window rolled down and the breeze blowing through my hair couldn’t get in my lungs quick enough. and the lights that were guiding me home didn’t shine bright enough last night, yet i still knew my way.
the words dancing from the speakers in my car into my ears were resonating with my heart in ways that i hadn’t experienced in a while, and before i knew it, it was a beautiful collision of the realness and rawness of this life. we meander through it and don’t always stop to notice the things that call us back to who we truly are.
and in those moments where you forget, remember, that no matter what, there are lights that shine and guide your way home.
“the true definition of courage is to tell the story of who you are with your whole heart.” -brene brown
your whole heart. whole. not half. whole. this life is your story. live it that way. notice the small things. breathe in the breadth of it all.
soak up every moment like its the only one you have, because it is.