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And please, be kind to one another.
I tend to post this every year around this time, because I think this is exactly the time of year that most of us need to hear it. Home tends to humble and frustrate us like no other place on earth, reminding us that no matter how much we accomplish in this life, no matter how intelligent/mature/independent/enlightened/empowered we strive and struggle to become, we are still also and always some one else’s son or daughter, sister or brother.
Home is where we were made, many moons ago, for better or for worse—and those old patterns are often like an old pair of shoes we quickly (and mostly unconsciously) slip right back into simply because we know their size and shape on the deepest of levels and remember all too easily how it feels to walk around in them, even if they no longer really fit the person we’ve grown to become since putting them aside.