Life has a way of bringing us contrast. Sometimes it’s gentle—like a small frustration or a missed opportunity—and other times it’s a storm that knocks the wind out of us.

I remember a time when contrast showed up in my own life in a way that left me spinning. A personal tragedy had shaken me, and I felt like I was drowning in emotions—grief, anger, sadness, and confusion. My first instinct was to push it all down, to keep moving forward without letting myself feel the weight of it. But the more I resisted, the heavier it all became.

It wasn’t until I surrendered and gave myself permission to feel everything that I found peace again.

I cried. I journaled. I prayed. I allowed myself to sit in the discomfort instead of running from it. And little by little, I noticed something beautiful happening: the energy started to shift. The heaviness lifted, the clarity returned, and I could finally see the path forward.

That’s the power of contrast. It teaches us where we’re holding on, where ...