You reminded me that living a "golden" life isn't always about the sparkle. It's about the truth telling. The scary kind. to yourself. I always forget how hard it is to tell yourself the truth and have yourself listen.
February, you were a journey filled with creative moments and trying ones. There were lots of unexpected loving moments during all the most random of times. But also lots of teary moments and alone moments and moments filled with heavy-weight thoughts.
For a brief moment I believed that I had it all figured out only to discover that it is still a work in progress. I thought that it had to be only either a or b, but now I think it maybe, might be both.
I made a plan this month, but it was a very emotional month for me in the process. I really sat with all of these things that make me uncomfortable (things I want to do that I don't know how to do, ways I want to be that I don't know how to be), and I tried to figure them out. and poor Viet! He came home from India to find me in a tailspin of windy and whispy emotions. But he totally handled it like a pro! This husband thing sure does look good on him. He seems to prove to me again and again and again that it doesn't matter how few the words are if you say the ones that really matter when they really need to be said. There was one moment in particular that I will never forget where I was talking myself out of something important to me because I was scared and insecure, and he firmly grabbed both of my hands in his and said something to the effect of: