Life happened.
It's been one thing after another.
Family illness. Death. Commute. Career transition. Court injustice. New family responsibilities.
I've been watching one door close, and another door opening for 6 months now. Instead of being negative traumatic, it's been positively liberating. Instead of feeling like 'OMG what else is going to happen?', I feel like things are moving the way that they should be moving, like as if I am being led toward these new changes in my life, like I am more ready for them.
It's like I'm finally doing things my own way, being authentic and transparent, being unafraid to live my truth. I'm trying to remember that, instead of "having" to do anything; that I'm blessed to "get" to do so many things.
Now I've got much more to write about, so many things are happening at once. I've never lived so much that I have had "no time" to reflect and write. Reflection is important. It's time to breathe, to make an updated plan for so many areas in my life. It's also time to start telling my new(er) stories again.
I can't wait.
#52EssaysNextWave 8/52 #52SlicesOfChingonaLife
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