When the Peace of Today Meets the Hurt of Yesterday

There’s something I’ve been sitting with lately: what do you do when you’ve made peace with today, but yesterday still hurts?

On most days, life feels steady. You move through your routines, get your work done, laugh with people you love ( or don't 🤣). Whatever “the thing” was, the loss, the betrayal, the absence, the disappointment, it no longer pulls at you in the same way. You’ve made some kind of peace. Maybe you’ve accepted that it happened, maybe you’ve learned to live without it, maybe you’ve just stopped fighting against it.

But then out of nowhere, something brushes against that place. A memory, a photo, a conversation. And suddenly the ache of what was missed in yesterday rises up again. The wound may not be open anymore, but it’s still tender.

It makes me wonder: can we hold both? The peace and contentment of today and the pain of yesterday? Should we? Or does one cancel out the other?

I think the truth is that healing isn’t a straight line. Making peace with today doesn’t mean yesterday stops mattering. We can live in acceptance and still carry moments of sadness. Both are real. Both can exist at the same time.

The invitation, maybe, is not to “get over it” but to live alongside it. To let the peace of today remind you that you are more than your yesterday, and to let the pain of yesterday remind you of the depth of your humanity.

Moving forward, then, isn’t about forgetting. It’s about acknowledging that you are whole enough to carry both peace and ache and that neither has to define you completely.

So when yesterday still hurts, even in the middle of your peace, maybe the answer isn’t to push it away or question your healing. Maybe it’s simply to breathe, to honor both truths, and to keep walking.

Would love to hear your thoughts on holding space for the peace and the hurt.

In connection & community 💜💚