I stand like this lone tree in the distance. Exposed, but roots firmly planted. I bend with the wind and turn my face towards the sun. I am surrounded with so much green, so much life, so much goodness. I may be in the struggle. But I'm also in the joy. There's a mistake in thinking you must be either/or. There's a mistake in thinking the struggle is meant to take us down. There is beauty in it. Strength. Compassion. Courage. Grit. Fierceness. And love. There is SO MUCH love in the struggle, if you stay open and vulnerable to it. It doesn't mean you won't feel tired. Exhausted, even. It doesn't mean you won't hurt. Some days, so much so, that you'll wonder if you've reached your limit. It doesn't mean you won't have days that you just want to wave the white flag and surrender. On those days, sit with it. There's still fight in surrendering and knowing you need rest. That isn't weakness. That is self love, baby. And through it all, remember you don't have to do it alone. Find the g...