Broken

I wrote a post about Molly, my broken, dysfunctional dog. What I came to realize is that all of us are broken, in our own way. 

Yet we seek strength and hope in our daily lives. We flush our insecurities and leverage our strengths. We look for silver linings during our darkest hours. And we survive, and thrive, and push forward towards a better tomorrow. 

Broken does not meet worthless. Or hopeless. It just means that patchwork versions of our former selves still have value. And time tested metal makes us kinder, more compassionate, people.