living our truth.

integrity is more than just telling the truth. it’s about living our truth as well. is our life a life of integrity beyond how honest and upright we’ve been? are our lifestyles integral? our habits? our relationships/the company we keep? our careers? I could go on and on. I wonder if I feel more emotionally grounded and lighter now because I’m back in a place of alignment, homeostasis, and integrity within myself after leaving a job that no longer felt like a fit. I wonder if the crying spells were literal cries for help. a symptom saying, “something is off, something is no longer working, something has to change.” how do we ensure we’re not leaving or misleading ourselves? how do we advocate for the truth of who we are? how do we “do what we gotta do,” without completely burying the seed of who we desire to be? do we bend and fold to life? or does life bend and fold to us? or is it a beautiful dance, where we ebb and flow, wane and wax, painting the canvas together? life hasn’t always gone as planned (my plan, at least) and it’s challenging to make peace with that. each year feels like a birthday and a funeral, as I grieve the little lives that lived within me but didn’t quite see the light of day.