I can do hard things
I can do hard things.
I can bag peaks. I can climb mountains. I can hike uphill for miles. I can hike in 28 degrees. I can camp in the rain and snow. I can learn new things. I can build a tent and start a fire and cook on a propane stove. I can wake before dawn, over and over, to greet the morning. I can chase joy. I can do things that scare me. I can be alone. I can love myself. I can stand up for myself. I can show up for myself. I can show up for my loved ones. I can have hard conversations. I can be vulnerable. I can be honest. I can admit when I’m wrong. I can forgive myself. I can forgive others. I can fall in and out of love. I can grieve. I can feel lost. I can be sad. I can cry. I can cry for months. I can wonder why, why, why. I can sit with hard feelings. I can banish shame. I can tell my thoughts to fuck off. I can heal. I can build myself back up. I can treat myself like a dear friend. I can have self-compassion. I can know my worth. I can know I am enough. I can let things and people go. I can know when to walk away. I can choose what’s best for me. I can try again. I can make new friends. I can talk to strangers. I can talk to anyone. I can do anything. I can change my mind. I can accept impermanence. I can accept how little I can control. I can move away. I can befriend the unknown. I can turn fear into excitement. I can welcome whatever happens. I can be brave. I can create my own magic. I can turn my face toward the sun. I can begin again.
I can do hard things. And so can you.
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