A R E C K O N I N G

A Space for Reflection and Connection Through Story

Maybe you’re hoping to do the same. Maybe you’re complicated, too?

I don’t know your specific journey (yet), but on my unexpected path to self-acceptance, I found this to be true:

I experience a tug, an inner whisper, to pay attention to the complicated stories of my life.

It’s true, I’ve lived a full life. It’s been full of the good, and it’s also been full of enduring the hard. At some point we transition from “making it through” and are faced with the choice to process our experiences. To make meaning from them.

I wrestle with this call to explore because I believe fulfillment lies in reckoning with the fullness of the complicated parts of our lives.

I believe it’s in facing the hard parts that we stumble into a deep-in-your-gut satisfaction. Not an acceptance of what’s happened, but an excitement for crafting what will happen in spite, and because, of it all.

Have you ever wanted to shed a part of yourself while searching for something that serves you better?

I have.

When I described myself as “used to be Jewish,” an acquaintance corrected me. “Once you’re Jewish, you’re always Jewish,” she said with all the white, Anglo-Saxon Methodism she could muster. And, you know, she’s right.

I use the words Southern, Jewish, Complicated to describe myself, but choosing these words is about so much more.

It’s a commitment to reconciling all the parts of me while exploring who I’ve been and who I am becoming.