In the unfolding story of my life, this year might be considered the turning point. Some may call this deconstruction. Or reckoning or mid-life or maturity. Whatever the case, this year my eyes were opened.
The thing about pain is that it doesn't go away when it's ignored. It gets hidden, stuffed away in a box at the very back of the heart's closet and for a while forgotten about. But it always finds its way out eventually.
Sometimes life is weird. Like how being a lifeguard in high school helped me realize my potential as an elementary recess monitor.
What I've discovered about life without a job is that I have no measurement of success. I never realized before how important that is to forward progress.
Eight months into this pandemic, we're on the doorstep of the holidays, and I'm exhausted. All the resiliency and adjustment that 2020 has asked of me ... I'm so over it.
I’m not this girl anymore. But I sure do love her (and her bowl haircut.) If only she knew how worthy of love she is just for who she is. ❤️
The first few seasons of adulthood were joy-filled and full of new life. Recently, the seasons have begun to take a darker turn.
I am on a road, like a highway. It continues straight on into the distance. It's a clear road, not too many bumps, easy and unobstructed. Off the side of the big road is a tiny curving path.