Journal Entries
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Florida | April 9, 2021
Today I was skip-walking along the Atlantic with a smile I couldn’t let go. It’s been two years since my last visit to the edge of the salt water.
I grabbed a few shells—some floating in with the tide, others in the sand. Most of them were rough, broken, and just beat down fragments at the end of their time at sea. I guess it felt like they were the final leftovers of an entire life that ended up on shore.
As I held the few I found scattered in the sand and shallow, I ran my fingers over the rough edges and all I could think of was their journey. And I guess mine.
I don’t think we’re meant to end up at the edge of our lives unbroken. In fact I think if we do it right there will likely be complete pieces of us missing.
Real people are broken people. Polished in a weathered kind of way. Sometimes strong, sometimes weak, but we were never meant to end up at the edge of our worlds unbroken.
The ocean, life, it’s rough and demanding. But we’re fully capable and it’s in all of those experiences and the pieces of us that we give away to grow that fill our lives with love and connection. It’s okay that complete has pieces missing.
// GLK
