From the mud

It gets easier.

What was once a battle will someday be a simple decision.

Straightforward, firm, sure.

No tumultuous struggle between what if and what was and what is.

No questioning and second guessing.

Because each of yesterday’s battles leaves a mark. And while some might call them scars, really they are wisdom marks. Beautiful in their representation of courage and hope and fierce determination.

And from their harsh origin softer things really do grow.

So no, you do not have to fight forever and you won’t always feel conscientiousness as a weight.

It will evolve from something that you bear into a grace that you wear. Light and flowing and luminous.

It will get easier, simpler, clearer.

It will, as you do.

©️ Cristen Writes