I can remember as a young girl having growing pains. Actual physical pain as my body grew 6 inches in one year.
I’m having growing pains again. A different sort of growth. A different sort of pain, in fact, I think I would rather just call it growing pleasure.
This kind of growth is a very important part of my journey, of my recovery and of my life.
When things happen…we usually have a few choices. We can numb our pain. We can run away from it or we can grow from it. I’m choosing to grow from it.
I have learned so much about myself these past few months. And I have examined myself deeply, my mistakes, my flaws and my part in all of it. And I have realized…that inside of me there is growth.
Slow and steady…but it is happening.
I am awakening to my life and the role I play in it. I am no longer a bystander but an active and willing participant. This is my life.
Beautiful, chaotic, intense, playful, loving, imperfect, serene, silly, messy, bright, and exciting.
But I am wide open. To experience and to feel and to enjoy all of it.
Growing pains don’t have to hurt. They can instead bring us incredible pleasure and lasting happiness.