Healing is in the little things.

Like actually cooking dinner.

Like folding the laundry.

Like agreeing to take a walk with a friend.

(Or… like embracing solitude {instead of lonliness} and taking a walk alone.)

Like getting out of bed to exercise early when everything in you screams sleep.

Like focusing on the one compliment instead of the 100 belittling jabs.

Like putting up solid boundaries…finally…with toxic people that reverse your healing journey.

Like getting out to be around people and laughing til your stomach hurts.

(Know this, healing friend… people WILL judge you for being out around people. They will judge you for being out too much. For laughing too much. For being silly. I know because I’ve been judged for it. You know what, friend? It’s your healing journey, not theirs. If you are doing things to make YOU healthy and happy and whole… well… you know what to say to the Naysayers. ✌️)

See…all of these things…they can feel too hard. They’ve felt too hard for me. I’ve dreaded the little things…the normal and healthy things.

They can feel overwhelming…stressful.

It’s easier to check out… stay home in sweats …order pizza (again)…dig thru laundry instead of dealing with it…crying and dwelling instead of laughing and healing…it’s easier to focus on rejection instead of appreciating admiration.

Healing is in the little things.

So when I pulled the Taco Casserole out tonight and saw my kids eating it …I savored the little step instead of dwelling on all of the failures.

Healing journeys have failures.

We cope and get through the best that we can.

So give yourself time and grace.

Because it takes time.

And grace. Grace with yourself.

You may go back 5 steps, but every step forward is progress.

Healing …it’s in the little things.

❤️