For so long I’ve thought about is it really better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all?

Every time I’ve lost more love or an opportunity to love, it’s hard to deny that it actually has contributed to even more solid resilience within me.

Yes, the heartbreak has happened. And I also get better at picking myself up and with a sharper understanding to more accurately see things as they are vs how I had cautiously hoped they would be.

This doesn’t mean I’m not sad or disappointed when things don’t work out as they haven’t. The heart ache is still real. It’s also what helps me feel human, fully present and vibrantly alive. I’m thankful for that beyond everything else.