When It Gets Messy

(at a resort in Sun Valley)

Maybe the lesson is this:
Love isn’t how we show up
when the skies are clear
and the smiles come easy.

It’s how we stand
when the air gets heavy,
when misunderstandings pile up,
when past wounds whisper
through the cracks.

Do we lean in—
steady and soft—
or shut down,
build walls,
and call it self-protection?

There’s a silence that can soothe,
and a silence that stings.
One heals.
The other punishes.

Forgiveness may come,
but forgetting the moment
someone chose absence
over empathy—
that takes time.

Boundaries were tested
on both ends.
And maybe love
wasn’t the only thing being asked—
maybe accountability was, too.

Because real relationships
take two people willing
to pause,
to listen,
to OWN their impact,
and still choose each other.

Sometimes we reach the edge—
when enough is enough.
Not out of anger,
but clarity.

So maybe the lesson is this:
Real love stays—
not just when it’s easy,
but when it’s honest,
unfiltered,
accountable,
and a bit messy.