The goal has been to be less hard on myself. More faith in the small things, like my ability to drink water every day. Go easy on the guilt. Stop using anger like an anchor. Rise out of my resentment like the steam on my morning coffee. Trust my gut. Lean into hope like I’m hard wired to shine. Even belief need some kind a battery, a circuitry of possibilities. Grace isn’t just what we say before a meal is served. Think of it as a song. I’m trying to remember the words. I need to be kinder to myself. Some days are harder than others. That is the hardest part. Are there dark parts to your mind?/ Hidden secrets left behind?/ where no one ever goes / But everybody knows? / It’s all right.