When my thoughts are disjointed, untamed, and incomplete, I must do something other than think.

I must get out of my brain and into my hands; where the doing can be the work, and the thinking is optional.

Sometimes it’s so much more about honoring the time it takes to accept, than it is about trying to turn it around until it make sense.

After all, it’s difficult to find a way to rationalize the irrational.

Sometimes we must simply sit with it, turn it over with our hands, and be deliberate about shutting off our thoughts, so that we may allow it to be.

Our brains are notorious for disengaging our feelings through logic. But to choose to engage in spite of the pain,
is to choose hope – to sit with the pieces of our broken heart splayed out in front of us, and to carefully glue them back together.

Some days are wrapped up in feelings that are unwilling to be contained by common words, and that’s when we must do something other than think.