When nothing feels good or right or positive, courage is what we grasp with both hands as we ask ourselves, “How do I live this moment well?”
Courage is holding the tension between what I wish could be and what is actually happening now.
Courage is letting myself feel it all—the grief, the rage, and the fear, and still making space for the smallest glimmers of hope, the tiniest sparkles of joy, the micro moments of peace.
Courage is keeping my heart soft no matter how much it hurts.
Courage is letting love in when it shows up in a funny text, a gentle inquiry, a friendly smile.
Courage is remembering that life doesn’t fit in tidy boxes or come with guarantees. The awful strikes without warning … and so does the beautiful and the joyous.
Courage is reminding myself that I am enough.
Courage is letting myself fall apart when life just feels like too much, and then remembering to gather my own pieces with infinite gentleness and let Love reassemble me.
Courage is reaching out for support and encouragement when I’ve forgotten where the Light is.
Courage is showing up for this moment, living my life one breath at a time, remembering that I am loved. I am supported by the All. I am held together by Grace.
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