Mole hills and Other Problems
There is so much that 2020 has thrown at all of us, and I am experiencing some exhaustion from the enormity of it all. I have been subconsciously and consciously attempting to make sense of myself and my life for a few years, but it seems like I have put much more active effort into it this year. Which means that I've encountered so much more of my being and essence than I knew was there. And in encountering these parts, I find myself getting frustrated by the seemingly cyclical nature of self-discovery, self-love, and creating your best life. The high of standing strong in a boundary you erected followed by the lows that come with recognizing exactly why you felt the boundary was necessary in the first place. That first glimmer of change when you don't respond exactly how you've responded a thousand times before, along with the disappointment of consequences when you thought you were solving a problem.