Those credit cards that are offered with no interest for a year…then if you don’t pay, the interest has accrued the entire time and CHA-CHING….everything is due. #life
All the emotions, desires, regrets, grief and stuff that I have managed to keep nicely boxed seems to be screaming….”BALANCE PAST DUE!”
In honor of this reconciliation; Spotify gifts me with ” my most loved songs of 2019″. Songs of life, love and love lost permeate the air.
I dream up all the things that life is not but ‘should be’ and try to fit those things nicely with the reality life is offering. My thoughts are intertwined with a hurting heart and I’m desperately fighting to simply ‘sit with “It”; “It” being the unpleasantness.
The wind is strong, the night is dark. I imagine the leaves dancing and fluttering their way to new locations; far from the safety of the now barren trees they once were attached to.
If the leaves could talk, I feel we would have much in common. I, too, am fluttering about; unsure of where I will land next.
I see that someone else is living in the life that was once mine. I want to latch onto the notion that this is not how things ‘should’ be. I want to take back what is ‘mine’. That thought makes me laugh. It also makes me cry. I own nothing and nothing is mine.
I am. That is sufficient.
The home I have known my entire 47 years is for sale. My heart is broken yet I know these broken pieces still make a whole and my home is truly where my heart is.
My oldest kiddo is driving. My youngest kiddo just got rid of her braces. I got a “new to me” car.
I have completed a Master’s program and am simultaneously thrilled and terrified. I followed through with a really hard task, and I struggle to not allow the worry of the unknowns steal the joy of now.
Three years later, it has dawned on me that it’s perfectly good and okay to move on from the marriage I once had. I just have to figure out how. I want my own version of a fairy tale. Before that, I have to surrender my all to the God I (kind of) trust.
Stretching. Trusting. (Trying hard).
A fluttering, sputtering leaf who desperately wants to safely land.
Please God, just let me land.