We aren’t as fragile as we think we are. We are capable of handling the hard conversations and setting boundaries. We are strong enough to sit with emotion and think about what it is we mean. We are durable enough to change our mind and shift our perspective and see it from another angle.
We are smart enough to learn what we need to learn and apply it in the moment.
 
We are courageous enough to try on something new and have it feel ridiculous. We are brave enough to try and realize we don’t like it.
 
We are capable of being in that hard moment and sitting in the silence. We are level headed enough to keep it all straight.
 
We are confident enough to know that when things get mixed up it’s temporary and we will straighten them in the right time.
 
Our capabilities and strengths and courage and intelligence are greater than we’ve been taught. We can handle it but we don’t always have to. Sometimes, we can pass. Sometimes, we can step right over it without needing to shove it under the rug. Sometimes, we can look directly at the thing trying to be inappropriately passed to us, acknowledge it, sit with it, and never accept it. We can do that. We can learn how. We are capable.
 
We aren’t as fragile as we think we are. We don’t often permanently shatter. Instead, we take all the shit we’ve been handed and make our version of a beautiful life anyway, without understanding how capable we are.
 
Imagine if we knew? If deep down we felt our strength and smarts and abilities? Imagine if we didn’t have to spend so much of our days picking ourselves up- wondering why we are suddenly feeling so low about ourselves?
 
Imagine walking through life with a self-worth so high we see the world more accurately? Knowing nothing is personal. Standing with another while they process their stuff without it becoming part of ours…
 
Pretty dreamy, huh?
 
We are capable. We aren’t as fragile as we think we are. When we do shatter, wouldn’t it be helpful if others could sit with us knowing we will have to put the pieces back together ourselves? Knowing that every time they they distract us from that work it’s preventing us from being put back together? Wouldn’t it help if those who see us shatter were strong enough to sit with us while we do the work, only handing us the glue when we ask? Getting us some water and a cupcake?
 
How glorious would it be to sit in the company of those who understand our capabilities, see our strength…those who know it’s all there? And of course, for them to see it in us they have to see it in themselves first.
 
We aren’t as fragile as we think we are. We are capable. Do you believe it?

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