If it's too much, it's okay.

If it's not made with love, I don't want it.

This time of year, really any time feels like too much now doesn’t it? I am grateful for the moments of soft slowness I find, but my heart is also just so damn heavy. I refuse to look away at the suffering we are chronically witnessing in the world, so I suppose a heavy heart is something I am choosing to live with. It’s a choice I feel willing to and c…