Nor is it even about money or traveling.
I spent a long time coming to grips with the upheaval I experienced in my life over the past year. The last several months rang with so many echoes of the past; they sat heavy on my chest and wrapped themselves thick around my brain. All of the relationships, decisions, plans, and good intentions I had cobbled together to make this new, more serious life for myself had come unglued nearly at once.
This morning, I realized I was grateful. When else would I, could I, should I ever get a chance for such a new start at this time of my life? It has been liberating, not life-ending. Everything has begun to come together while my attention was elsewhere.
And that’s exciting, that what I thought would be ashes turned out to be freshly-plowed acres, ripe for planting with the seeds of my real dreams. It’s no burden to start over; I am lucky. To be honest, I was bordering on miserable in the life I had planned out for myself, and I’m so thankful for the chance to start again with my real hopes and dreams in mind.
Thanks, life. I’ve got a lot of independence to celebrate this weekend.
Maybe with these?
