There was a time when I couldn’t see the beauty in much of anything. The pain felt too loud, the world felt too heavy. But somewhere along the way, I started noticing the little things again.
The way that sunsets and sunrises could make my heart return to a normal pace. Reminding me there’s something greater out there than me. Something steady.
Now, I pause. I breath. I let these small moments around me be a reminder that even through the storms, life still paints its beauty across the sky.
I’m at a point in my life where I’m grateful. Grateful to be alive, and have the opportunity to do and choose better each day.
For anyone reading this, going through their own storm. You’re not alone, I see you. 🤍
