I spend a lot of time in the good places. I like to be happy.
Life is, I think, a fabulous gift and it’s here to be enjoyed, to have fun, sprinkle sparkles around and enjoy all of the good things.
So, I’ve worked to live well with depression (that’s probably another blog post!) and spend time dwelling on the good, being grateful, and covering the less shiny things in glitter to show up their hidden brightness.
Like anyone, I’m not keen on hanging out in the dark places of life for too long.
But there are gifts in the dark places, too, and in the last few months I’ve been more in the dark places than the sunny ones.
Life stuff, you know? Death, illness, negativity, worries. Also known as: life.
Nothing that I shouldn’t expect as part of being alive, which sure beats the alternative even on a bad day.
Softening into the dark places makes them so much easier to bear.
In those dark places there are some of the best gifts.
The gift of truth – you find out what really matters – and who!
The gift of appreciation – when there are moments of light, you really see them.
The gift of compassion – it’s easier to be there for others, when you aren’t a sparkling beam of joy all the time. There is companionship, and deep intimacy, in shared sorrow.
The gift of learning – not to repeat mistakes, for one!
The gift of action – reminding you that time is short, so it’s best get on with things whilst you can.
The gift of openness – pain opens you up, even though it’s not a fun way to experience it, it’s necessary so that you can live life fully and truthfully.
The gift of depth – sadness, when experienced fully rather than numb, can get you really plumbing the depths of who you are and bringing up treasures.
The gift of connection – because when you aren’t at your best, you find out who really cares about you, by looking around and seeing who is still there in the midst of the mess.
What are your gifts from the dark places?
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