Enough.

I know nothing of Rupi Kaur. Turns out she's a "contemporary Canadian feminist poet" (thanks, Google!) But a student of mine recently posted this from Kaur's book, Milk and Honey, and it resonated with me. No, I am not broken. But I have been. I'm "man enough" to admit that I've had my heart broken, shredded, decimated even, before. More often, it's just been bruised. Wounded. And every time that happens I shelter in place to regroup, heal, and seek to learn the lessons of a relationship that is destined for the past. Sometimes the lessons are clear. More often, I'm left not knowing trusting that life works out the way it's supposed to and I need to have faith in that - in something bigger than me. Over lunch a few weeks back with a good friend of mine, we discussed how READY we are for love. For the right relationship. We've both had our fair share of frogs and are ready for the Prince. Yet we aren't willing to settle. 

Here's the thing about me. I have a healthy enough sense of self (some might even argue too healthy) that when my heart is bruised and I find myself face down in the arena, I know I'm still worthy. I know I have so much to give. So this poem gives me perspective and reminds me that the bruises and the wounds are not because I'm not enough. Not because something is wrong with me and I'm not worthy. And sometimes I need that reminder to keep going. To keep getting up, investing, letting my guard down, and diving in. It's not an easy journey and I've wanted to quit many times before. But I know the journey is worth it. Because I'm worth it.