Two years ago I was living in a tiny room with no heat at the foothills of the Himalayas near Dharamsala, India. I was there fruitlessly awaiting my audience with the His Holiness the Dalai Lama. Desperately hoping he would heal my spirit and mend my broken heart.
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I broke down in tears frequently. I beat myself up for not doing more, posting more, living more. I felt less-than and not good enough. I felt like it was too late. I felt the loss of a life I had been told was "normal" but was now gone from my grasp. I felt lost.
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I wish I could say those feelings stayed in the bitter cold January skies back in 2016, but here they are again. Resurfacing around my current choices. Plaguing my recent decisions. Reinforced by social media representations of others' success and happiness. Reminding me how human it is to want to belong.
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One thing I know for sure is the universal desire to be seen, to know that we matter, and to know we are enough is inherent in each of us. In the depths of doubt, I return to those basic needs. Reminding myself that all I am is enough and that all I need is available.
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✨May gratitude guide your heart today and every day.✨