It gets to be easy

It gets to be easy has become the hum of my life lately.

A mantra on repeat in the back of my mind, embedding the reminder of the endless possibilities in life.

See I used to believe I was not made for an easy life, that if something good happened something bad was sure to follow, I was always waiting for the other shoe to drop.

And sure I had evidence, I could provide decades of proof to validate my claims that I have led a ‘hard’ life.

Until I realised that when I chased dark clouds I would always find them, when I spoke of hardness and difficultly and chaos and problems they would always come.

For I was, as I always have been, the master of my own narrative, the creator of my own reality.

And while I was never responsible for the inception of my traumas, I am responsible for the healing of them.

I refuse to be a glass-half-full waiting-for-the-other-shoe-to-drop kind of person.

I am choosing to believe that it gets to be easy. That life is full of endless possibility, just waiting for me to create it into reality.

That life is a beautiful thing.

And while clouds may still darken my days from time to time, I no longer view the darkness as a homecoming, I no longer seek comfort in chaos, I no longer wait for the validation of pain.

I now believe that it gets to be easy, and I can give you proof upon proof to back up those claims.