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365 Letters to Myself

September 16th, Not all broken...

Enjoyed the meditation I selected today. A line sticking out, “We are not all broken.” A little bit of should I cry, I had a moment of thought about the brokenness I have been experiencing; myself, my family, my mom, at the hands of those who we like to believe contribute to our wholeness. This phrase an assurance, my interpretation, life gives us cracks – but we do not have to be all broken.

Breaks, cracks, come from blows, unplanned hits, falls, drops. How often are we able to get out the glue, especially gorilla glue, and repair them. My husband has returned quite a few items back to usable, again. Occasionally, a piece remains missing, but the item is able to exist and perform without compromise. I typically am ok that it is no longer ‘perfect’, happy for it to have survived. Bears asking, what is my personal glue? How do I stay fully functionable, amongst the imperfections that will remain from what did not endure?

Hmmm, fixed…day 62!

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