It's tattooed on my arm, so why doesn't it live in my heart?
I have food to eat.
I have clothes to wear.
I have friends and family and so much love.
Why doesn't it feel like enough? Why don't those things and those people feel like blessings? Why won't this wanting, this needing, this loneliness be quenched?
What is left undone? What is misunderstood?
What does it look like to rest? To trust that it doesn't matter that I'm not enough, that I don't have it all figured out?
How do I JUST LIVE in this place? No striving to make it better / easier / prettier. Just live. Just be. How do I stop trying when it's all I can think of to do?