30 Mar Broken is Beautiful
Have you heard of the Japanese art of ‘kintsukuroi’?
I just heard about it today at work and thought it was absolutely perfect and beautiful…It means to glue a piece of broken pottery back together with gold lacquer…to restore something that was once broken and make it even more beautiful than it was before.
Do you know what this reminds me of? LIFE!
No matter who you are, no matter what you do, no matter where you live, no matter what you have…we all have hardships we must face. To be alive is to know pain. To be alive is to know struggle. To be alive is to know shame and vulnerability and sadness.
BUT – we can either continue to hurt and fall deeper into this chasm of pain and despair OR we can turn it into something beautiful and amazing and meaningful!
These scars, whether they are visible or not, whether they are on the outside or on the inside, can show our strength, our determination and our courage. We can wear these imperfections as a badge of honor, as proof of not only what we’ve been through but what we’ve overcome.
No, we won’t look the same ever again and we won’t feel the same ever again BUT we will be more beautiful than ever before because this is what’s REAL. This is LIFE.
I have imperfections (gasp). I have hang ups (double gasp).
I have been through some HARD stuff in my life (just like you).
I have been through break ups where it literally felt like someone had ripped my heart right out of my chest, threw it on the side of the road and ran a 18-wheeler right over it. I seriously thought I was going to die.
But low and behold…I survived. And I was stronger because of it. Not only did I get stronger, but I ended up being grateful for those break ups. Looking back, if I had ended up with any of those guys I would have already been divorced by now.
I’m grateful for these relationships, for these learning experiences because they eventually led me to my husband.
I’ve dealt with addiction in my nuclear family. I watched my family fall apart, piece by piece, until there was nothing left but some dust on the floor. I watched my parents get divorced after 41 years of marriage. And even though I was 25 when they got divorced, it still hurt like hell. BUT I survived.
I have dealt with low self-esteem my ENTIRE life. I have hated myself, wished I was someone else, wished I had been born in someone else’s body and wished I would just die.
BUT now, after years and years (literally) of working on myself, my issues and my hang ups, I can truly say I am loving who I am today. I am finally at peace. I am finally content.
I am the person I am today because of all the people who have walked in and out of my life, or walked in and stayed. I am who I am today because of the experiences I’ve had, because of what I’ve endured, what I have chosen to do, because of what I have learned, what I have worked hard for and because who I have chosen to be.
Even though these things I’ve been through were excruciating at their worst and hard at their best, I can honestly say I wouldn’t change a thing. Because the cracks that these experiences have left behind…I have filled them up with gold…and they are beautiful.
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