Completion

Recently, I was laying on my couch, scrolling through my Instagram page, just reminiscing. It was my last day of work at the office and I’d felt a huge relief as I let that chapter of my life go, a sense of completion if you will. I was done with this job and moving forward in my life despite my lack of direction. 

I scrolled past pictures of me in college, in different countries, with friends, family, of me working, and partying, of baby pictures, of nature, and art. It hit me in that moment that I have done everything I’ve ever wanted, that I HAVE everything I have ever wanted. I pursued the career I’d always dreamed of and kept my hobbies alive, I travelled the world, I’ve witnessed divinity in nature, and have met beautiful people from all walks of life. I am an athlete and a writer, a body builder and an artist, a student and a teacher, an adult and a child. I’ve been lost, and remembered who I am. I’ve walked in darkness, and also shared my light. I’ve hurt people and have helped them heal. I learned how to heal myself. I have known love. True, unconditional, expansive love, for me and from me. I’ve been a friend and a wife, an aunt and a stepmom. 

Being in this space— the knowing that I have experienced it all, that I have been everything at one time or the other, makes every additional moment of this human experience just icing on the cake.