There’s something powerful about reaching a point in life where you begin to understand that everything—yes, everything—belongs. The good, the bad, the messy, the beautiful. It’s all part of the human experience, and none of it is wasted.

Grace, by its very nature, is undeserved and unearned. It flows when we allow it, both to ourselves and others. It is the bridge that connects us from where we are to where we aspire to be—not by forcing our way there, but by trusting the process, letting go of perfectionism, and recognizing that we are enough, even in our moments of failure.

We’ve all been there. You put in the work, you do something meaningful, and then you wait. You wait for someone to notice, to applaud, to acknowledge your efforts. And when that recognition doesn’t come—or worse, when it comes in a way that feels hollow—you start to question whether what you did was even worth it. It’s a toxic cycle, and it can strip away the joy and purpose of doing good in the first place.