I've lost so many people throughout my rather short life on this planet: one grandfather, two grandmothers, my mom, my brother, my sister, and now my oldest brother.
I'd be lying if I said I haven't asked myself, "Why me?" a million times. I have pondered that question over and over again and am still unsure.
What I know, is that this severe amount of loss has taught me so much. Even this latest loss has its own teachings, especially amidst a global pandemic. I've learned to get less worked up about things I don't have power over, to make decisions quicker, and to foster and cherish meaningful relationships.
"Life is short" is such a trite phrase, but I know firsthand how true that statement is... my advice?
▪️ Make a decision on something you have been struggling with
▪️ Accept the things you can't change while pushing to change the things you can
▪️ Call a loved one or a long-lost friend just to chat
▪️ And, most importantly, love and forgive yourself
We put so much pressure on ourselves. We tell ourselves to do more and then turn around and say do less. We hate ourselves for doing something wrong and don't love ourselves enough for the things we do right. We are our own harshest critics.
Love yourself. Link up with others. Let go of the bullsh!t.