I used to always cry when I was overwhelmed with gratitude.
Recently, I’ve been recognizing myself growing out of that response.
Instead I’ve been practicing simply opening my heart to it all. It starts off like feeling a light pressure in my chest then expands to a release of sorts, like I finally understand how to accept and receive all the goodness that is my life.
Crying used to be a response of disbelief that life could really be this full of love, joy, and beauty. The only reason we cry when something good happens to us is because we think we don't deserve it. Instead of expecting life to be this wonderful, beautiful, and magical, we are shocked that by it and cry as a response.
But now, I’m starting to recognize that this is the exact way life is meant to be.
Recently, I've been able to spend some quality time with friends who I hold very near and dear to my heart. I am so grateful for them because they remind me that we deserve it all. That we are worthy of it all. That all our stories are vastly different yet we all come to the same conclusion: that life, in all it’s ups and downs and in-betweens, is meant to be cherished. Here and now, one moment at a time.
Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.