Joy and laughter. Curved balls. Lemons. Some of them really sour. Hope. Anger and sadness. Grief and experience. Loss and gain. Magic. Adventure. Belief and disbelief. Fun and happiness. And shed loads of faith in between it all that everything will be ok.
Every single piece of the puzzle shapes us. Time directly doesn’t change us... our experience of life does. Time is just what holds it all together. And us of course. We do our best to hold it together too. And sometimes, that’s really hard.
I’m not the child, teenager, 21 year old, thirty-something-er, or maybe even middle-ager (according to Google!) I once was but I’m here and I’m doing the best I can and that, quite simply, just has to be good enough.
I absolutley LOVE this page and can so relate! Love that photo too. All of the different texts really convey that change and a bit of the chaos of life change. Superb!
Oh Lizzie, I zoomed in to read your journalling, it's sensational and you have explained the jigsaw that is us so well. Such a beautiful page. Love seeing a page about you.
