Partially because my Valentine this year is a Weimaraner dog named Cobe and partially because I know we can all use more love right now, I wrote a little something in my notes app.

You are enough.

Even when you didn't do more.

Even when there's more to do right now.

Yesterday, while driving around my hometown and crying to a sad song, I asked myself how I might choose to be thankful too.

Not in a way that bypasses or covers over the pain, but right up next to it.

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And when those "not good enoughs" in my head overshadowed my actual in-the-moment experience, it kept me from getting to know this wonderful group of people around me.

[Even though I LOVE connecting with people in person and had really been looking forward to it!]

I had to intentionally keep practicing the process of pausing and coming back to myself.

It was a perfect day full of joy, connection, movement, and above all... AWE.

Part of me couldn't believe I was really there that day.

Part of me STILL doesn't.

When I'm back in my hometown, I often think about what I thought my life would be like at 41 and what it actually is.