This is Peanut Butter Brickle. When you go a few thousand miles, you get some wear and tear. I know about that.
Traveling so much has taught me that I’ll never know everything. I’ll never know everyone. And I’ll really never know everything even about myself.
I also know that a few mishaps, injuries and surgeries during my 14 years have hurt sometimes. But with each broken piece, I pull myself back together. I repair what I can. And what I can’t, I hold together. And I hold it together well.
Broken can be beautiful. Have you ever heard of kintsugi? Well, me neither. But Girl Person told me about it.
She said that some persons in some places put back broken pottery in place with gold. It makes the pottery even more beautiful. It makes the pottery even more unique. Like all of us who have been thru the stuff of life.
I see your gold. Do you see mine? You don’t have to hide it. Broken can be beautiful.
Or we can leave the broken pieces where they are for someone else to step on. That’s not kind.
Or we can let the broken pieces hold us back.
When we have been thru something, like losing Digby for instance, we can never glue ourselves back together in the same way. That’s ok.
It doesn’t mean forgetting him. We can’t do that. But if we put back our pieces with the gold positivity he used, we can live another day.
You can live another day.
You just have to get that gold.
–Peanut Butter Brickle
