I look back on the last few months in both a fog and with a clarity only the uncovering of your own truths can provide. So much to sift through, so much buried pain. To see is to feel and to feel is to own and they’re all so intertwined it can be confusing, disheartening, overwhelming. Emotions twisting and turning, the changing tides. Millions of footprints embedded in the sand, washed away with one crash of a wave. Chapters end and chapters begin. My vision for my future fractured, blood running cold, hard, dry. Like cracked dirt in a desolate desert. And yet there’s a quiet thumping through it all. A slow but steady stream of excitement; like when you’re climbing to the top of a roller coaster and you can’t see anything in front of you and you know that at some point the breaks are going to release. That you’ll be free. That the wind will again carry you. It’s an integration, I’ve learned — bits and pieces of opposites that make us whole. The fear and the excitement. The sorrow and the release.
Life is forever ending and beginning.