This blog was originally posted on https://www.tlpnyc.com/blog/the-broken-places on Friday, September 13, 2019, and has been reposted with permission from Breakfast Club Blogger Erika Petrelli.
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I’ve come to understand something in the last few months that is in direct opposition to everything I’ve decided that I “knew” for as many years as I can remember. This realization is both shockingly simple and impossibly hard.
It’s this:
The very thing(s) I’ve been trying to hide from you (the world) are the thing(s) that make me flawed and broken, the thing(s) which I feared were the ugly parts, the weak parts, the imperfect parts—certainly the stuff that I imagined that the rest of you had all tied up and figured out, the stuff that surely none of the rest of you struggled with or tried to hide—well, those are actually the truest parts of me…and actually probably, and ironically, the parts that would make you go “ohhhhh…… thank God. You, too?”
And until I fully own those parts, and give those parts grace and space, then I’m not living anything close to an authentic life.
There are a few tricky bits to this. 
One is that it’s been easy for me to claim that I’ve already been doing that very thing—showing up in my brokenness. But the real truth is that I’ve been doing it in a very curated way. In a way where I decided which broken places were acceptable to share. This one, but oh- not that one.
The other is that I’ve long decided that I if I show you the fully broken parts, then the fully “sparkly” parts are somehow less true, or less authentic. But the real truth is that I can be both broken and sparkly. I can be strong and need support at the same time. I can hold pain and joy side by side. I don’t have to be either, or. I can be both.
So I am going to be both, and…
I came across this image by way of inspirational powerhouse Glennon Doyle, from Scott Stabile and Decade2Doodles:
We don’t know anything, most of the time. And we don’t know everything, ever. That’s true for everyone in our lives…. And it’s true for ourselves, too. There is always more going on within us than we are able to recognize, acknowledge, or honor. So today I honor my broken places, along with all the other parts of me.
And I honor those parts in you, too.
How can you embrace all of the parts of you today, including (and especially) the broken places? Can you relate? Comments are welcome.
For breakfast, I had an egg, a leftover bun, coffee, lots of it!
Author: @erikap