Ice, Strawberries, and Motor Oil

𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝘁 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘆𝘀You don’t have to explain everything right away.You don’t have to shrink the ache down to something digestible.You don’t even have to be okay yet.You just have to show up honestly.And they don’t flinch.They don’t rush to fix it.They just stay.That’s what it looks like when someone can hold…

It’s a heavy week. But even when it doesn’t feel true, you can still choose hope.

𝗡𝗼𝘁 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝘁 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗺𝘀.𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘰𝘣𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘥.Sometimes, the things that look like danger—are just trying to make their way through the heat too. Stay steady. Look closer.Always remember these wise words: “𝘋𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘱 𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥”

I’ve watched people cling to apologies because hope feels safer than grief.But grief is honest. It frees you.Hope is beautiful, but not every situation—or every person—deserves yours.

Some people don’t need words either. Their beauty is felt.I’m posting PEI summer in the middle of winter, because today needed a reminder.

I once thought being strong meant being quiet.It turns out it often meant being afraid.I carried weight without naming it. I thought that was love.It kept me hidden from the people who mattered most. I “protected” others from truths I thought would hurt them. It made us strangers. I’m learning to say the truer thing…