I’ve been hard on myself. I’ve been telling others and myself that this is a time to be patient with ourselves, show compassion, and practice love. And I have more so than in the past, but some days it’s more difficult. I’ve been saying it’s time to just be, reflect, journal, sing, dance, meditate, bake, cook. Do anything that you don’t allow yourself to do when we’re “too busy”.

But this week was hard. Having a release during a global pandemic is more stressful than on any other given day when the world is functioning “normally”. Yesterday, I was allowing the weight and uncertainty to take over. I was wallowing. I felt vulnerable. (I hate admitting this). But then I realized, I’m not alone. We’re all going through shifts and changes as we speak. That sense of community, even if silent solidarity, gave me the push I needed.

I woke up refreshed, positive, trusting this journey I’m on. It’s all we can do. This moment isn’t about controlling outcomes or situations (if we ever truly are in control), but simply being, living, breathing.

I share this so you know we’re in this together. We’re all united in this, and I’m here to tell you I get how it feels to feel lost. I’ve been there. Often. I’m also here to tell you this is temporary. We’re allowed to feel what we do, yet we have the power to overcome it. Even when it seems impossible. We’re strong and we have each other for support. If you ever want to chat, shoot me an e-mail. I believe now more than ever we need to come together and lift each other.

“This too shall pass.”