Updated: Feb 20, 2020
Maybe it will take one year, maybe 10, maybe a lifetime.
There are so many losses in life, both little ones and monumental ones. And we grieve each in different ways, at a different pace.
And then one day, like a snake shedding its winter skin, we break-through and are able to let go and move forward, with a deeper sense of purpose and faith, humility and grace.
Intellectually I know that day will come. But I am not ready for it - nowhere near ready for it.
But I am letting go of other things. Of ideals, and plans, hopes and dreams - and picking up or creating new ones that fit this new reality.
There are no time limits. I will move freely forward, in my own way, at my own pace. In time.