Hungover on Love

Happy Monday, Loves!

As I sit with my thoughts from this past weekend, in my slightly hungover state, I realized just how deeply I am loved.

I’m not only recovering from a beyond-normal level of alcohol consumption. I’m also hungover from the love, the laughter, the moments created, the memories made, and the beauty of being surrounded by both established history and history still being written.

I’m overwhelmed by the amount of love I received this weekend and amazed at what it feels like to truly be poured into. I’m intoxicated by the joy my friends intentionally created for me, simply because they wanted me to feel celebrated.

As someone who struggles at times with feeling loved, feeling alone, or wondering if I’m appreciated, this weekend gently reminded me that I have a village. I am loved unconditionally. I am appreciated more than I sometimes allow myself to believe.

Sometimes healing isn’t found in solitude. Sometimes it’s found around a dinner table, on a dance floor, in the laughter that leaves your stomach hurting, in hugs that linger a little longer, and in the people who choose to show up without being asked.

And maybe that’s the best part of this drunken moment.

Not the drinks.

Not the headache.

Not even the memories.

The best part is waking up knowing that love left me just as intoxicated as anything I poured into my glass.

If this weekend taught me anything, it’s this: sometimes we don’t need more proof that we’re worthy of love. We simply need to stop overlooking the people who’ve been proving it all along.

I hope your Monday reminds you of that, too.

With love,

Kae 🤍