Last week I had a big revelation.
When I expect the smallest part of myself to hold all my feelings, all the stimulation of the outside world and to handle all the responsibility of being an adult, of course I feel overwhelmed.
When I come from my wholeness, all my parts, not just the smallest most convenient part, I am inclusive without the exhaustion.
Sometimes I wonder if the land holds the ocean or the ocean holds the land. Maybe, in their vastness, they are able to hold each other.
In my vastness, I am able to hold all that comes my way.
My ME is vast. She is abundant and unconditional.