Dear Little Me

I will be upfront and honest in saying that I have had this blog for months now, and am just finally writing the first post. Why did it take so long? Well, it was the first. I pressured myself to make it the perfect post, waiting for that one “magical” thought or realization that would set the tone for the rest of this blog. At this point, I have probably written a hundred different drafts, all with slightly different stories and messages, but with that same commonality of what it means to write to little me. Yet somehow, these are the words I am landing on.

The first of anything. It’s daunting, it’s messy, and so far from that ugly word of perfection, one that just shouldn’t be in our vocabulary. Healing is far from perfect. It’s also daunting, and unbelievably messy at times, so I feel this is most relevant in providing a starting point for this journey of reflection. I’ll keep this post short and sweet, mainly because this is really just me holding myself accountable and taking that first unknown leap towards something beyond all that I can currently imagine.

The first of anything. Thank you, Little Me, for reminding me of this since day one. You are such a natural at trying new things, navigating this unfamiliar world, and doing it with such gentleness and ease (except for riding that bike for the first time, skinning our knees, and screaming in terror as the gravel and our blood met for the first time). Like I said, the first of anything; it’s daunting, it’s messy, but so imperfectly beautiful at the same time.