It’s ordinary to love the beautiful

...but it’s beautiful to love the ordinary.

“Anyone can love a rose, but it takes a lot to love a leaf. It’s ordinary to love the beautiful, but it’s beautiful to love the ordinary.”

This quote made me pause this week. Maybe because it speaks to something I’ve been feeling quietly but deeply—a shift I’m finally ready to put words to.

Lately, I’ve been sitting in a season of change. Not the dramatic, sudden kind. The slow, internal kind that creeps in and starts rearranging everything you thought you knew. The kind where you’re still showing up in the same spaces, doing the same work, but you’re not the same person anymore.

There’s been so much reflection lately. On what’s passed, on what I’ve learned, on who I’ve had to become to keep going. I’ve made mistakes. I’ve had to apologize. I’ve said things in the moment I didn’t fully mean. I’ve been the one to walk away, and I’ve also been the one left behind. That’s real life. That’s being human. But what’s shifted in me lately is the way I hold those moments now—