Meet Me in the Sun Showers

I once heard a saying that went a little something like this. "Pretty isn't perfect, and perfect isn't always pretty." And dang, if sun showers don't fall into that category, I don't know what does.

Sun showers have always felt special to me. A perfect blend of sun and rain sharing time and space in a way that's always brought me a strange sense of joy.

Having just turned 48, I see a bit of this perfectly imperfect resemblance in me, too. The sunspots, the fine lines, the scars on my heart, and the finely etched memories filed away in just the right places. I'm a simple being stitched together with beautiful complexities. Each moment in time, the joys and sorrows, somehow creating this perfect version of me.

A version of me I've grown to love and appreciate deeply.

And that's the gift. The twists and turns of life, the bumps and bruises combined with the peace-filled, joyous ones, have all brought me right here. They've shaped me into exactly who I'm meant to be for this moment. The parts of me I once felt shame for and the bits I desperately wanted to change are now the parts I've come to recognize as my unique gifts. For that, I feel like a pretty lucky girl.

And while the version of me today will surely be a familiar stranger to the me I'll become tomorrow, I'm confident both find joy in the beauty of an unexpected sun shower.