changing our minds about the truth

I think changing our minds about something is one of the beautiful things in life. You get to experience something new all the time. Changing our minds means things in our life get to change. It means our truths change too. 

I’ve been thinking a lot of truth, recently. There are so many truths and we operate as if there is only one. Every person has their truth. Their truth is what is real for them. It weaves into the fabric of their lives. Their truth. Your truth. Her truth.

What are the things that are true for you right now? My therapist poses this to me a lot.  I often discount my truth. I don’t honor it. I don’t respect it. I tend to respect other people’s truth’s more. Their truths are truer. Their truths are harder and scarier. 

I often wonder if it’s part of my anxiety to question my realities. Questioning my own feelings and pain points. The wounds of life hit us all differently. We each carry our unique stories of defeat and triumph. Heartache. Pain. grief. Joy. 

some things challenge us more than others. Some people challenge us more than others. 

One of the hardiest things, i’ve been trying to do more intentionally, is holding space for multiple truths. It’s hard to do that in a society where not everyone wants to see different truths because it hurts. It’s confusing. It’s messy. 

Mess is hard. I don’t like mess. `but mess comes with telling my truth. Mess is a part of life. It’s a part I am fully embracing. 

Mess is where we heal. Where we love. Where we create. Where we grow.