dear summer:
you’ve been busy, challenging, textured, in ways words fail to capture. i didn’t know when i told you nine months ago that i wanted to bloom this year, you would ask that i cut out anything that prevents my blooming, despite how much pain it has caused me to shift into the seat of acceptance, into the freedom of letting go.
you have been gracious, rewarding my efforts in work, giving me the courage to lean into my girlfriends, my sisters, my support system in ways i never felt brave enough or safe enough before. you have reminded me that even if it doesn’t feel pretty or taste sweet, i can trust the power of my gut.
i vow to be better about putting my own needs, my own safety, and my own truths first and foremost. you’ve taught me that this is an area that deserves my utmost attention. i hope that i can find the softness to be open to what you have in store for my learning now and in the future. may i continue to cultivate the courage to be who i say i am, to live the life of my dreams, to stand up for myself without asking for permission or understanding. and also, may i learn to be less judgmental of myself and learn to recognize early on when a person, place, or thing takes me away from my center.
thank you for breaking my heart open. for creating the space within me to let the light filter in. for unearthing what remains unloved, for highlighting the work in such a way that i can attend to it. i am in awe of you. i’m sad to see you go, but i know i’ll be in the warm embrace of fall and all the seasons that come after you.
see you next summer, i can’t wait to show you just how much i have grown!
big love,
Nya.