I was walking to work today listening to Praying by Kesha (late to the party, I know) and I was overcome by an overwhelming sense of gratitude. Sometimes, when you’re in the midst of what feels like hell, it can be very difficult to imagine what your life will be like in the future. I wish I could go back a few years, tap myself on the shoulder and show that girl everything that’s to come.
I’m beyond happy at the moment and I know I’ve not even reached the summit. I used to get so annoyed by ridiculously positive people, probably because I couldn’t access that level of optimism – but now I can and I’ve learnt to embrace it. Look up at the sky once in a while and think of all the stupidly small miracles it took for you to be here, right now, in this place. It’s magic.
‘No tree, it is said, can grow to heaven unless its roots reach down to hell.’
And I guess that’s it. x