Day Twenty: Size 13s.
I don’t have a clue what it’s like to be you. I don’t know what you’re carrying, what you’ve been through, or how heavy it’s been lately.
But I know this, you’re still standing. So am I.
Yep. Yep. 100%.
Which means there’s still a little fight left in us. Maybe even a lot.
And, anyone who says, “Oh, I know exactly how you feel,” doesn’t. They mean well, but they’re not you. They’re not me.
Truth is, the best any of us can do is show up for each other. Bear witness. Celebrate the wins, grieve the losses, and hold space in the in-between.
I kinda, sorta, maybe get it.
But I’ve only ever walked in my own shoes. Size 13s.
They’ve wandered off the path more than once. I’ve taken the long way. The hard way. I’m prone to it, just like the old hymn says.
And, yet, somehow, I keep moving. Not back. Forward.
That feels like grace to me.
Not something I earned. Just something I was handed.
Maybe you’ve felt that, too. Maybe not.
It’s taken me over forty years to learn this: life isn’t about forcing something to happen.
It’s not about proving anything. It’s not about winning or measuring up. Nope.
It’s about people.
It’s about showing up. Staying close. Holding on. Life’s about relationships.
It’s true.
Of me. And, of you.
Mantra \ Prayer:
Help me to show up, stay close, and hold on today.
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Steve Knox | Carmel, CA