Broken Plates

But mostly, I'm human. I had reached the end of myself. In my humanness, I broke. In my humanness, I couldn't feel and process all the things. So, I shattered. Just like those dishes.

And then, in my brokenness, succumbed to my humanness - and realized: I am human. I CAN'T carry it all. And I certainly can't carry it all with perfect grace and peace and dignity.

But here's the thing. We aren't meant to.