the other side

I've walked through a lot of doors the past few years... some of them difficult, some overwhelmingly sad, some lovely, some joyful and most of which I wasn't sure where I'd be on the other side.

But here I am, and that is the way life is. And after feeling lost and empty and excited and afraid, I am learning to trust. To trust that God has me in His hands and that it'll all be okay. That it's okay not to have it all figured out.

And I'm finally drawing and painting again. That's good because it means I'm finding my way again. Peace. A sense of self.