all the cliches about silver linings.
the strange streaks of sweetness that happen when you’re feeling raw and wretched.
big shifts and hard changes also releasing old dynamics and making space for new ways of doing things.
feeling like you’ve been here before and realizing that was a past self and this self knows herself better, maybe, because of that past self.
holding on to things that have always mattered, they matter in different ways now but they sit comfortably in your heart because they belong there.