My favorite blog for years. And of course she had the perfect words. 💜
“If you can trust that there is always more good on the way (because there is), you can stand in the tornado and let it tear away what isn’t serving you. It’s scary to let go when you don’t yet know what will replace it. If I give up my partner, my home, my concept of who I am as this person, who will I be in the future?”
I wasn’t sure when I would start blogging again. Would it be a few months or a year or would the time stretch on and on and on indefinitely? I know the answer now. You write when you can’t not write any longer. When the pieces of your heart have mended enough to hold the words.
My heart’s a little leaky but it’s got space and love and a whole lotta desire.
Divorce is a mofo. And it’s a redeemer. My divorce gets filed away somewhere between soap opera extraordinaire and everyday heartbreak. Because no matter the details, the shape of the betrayal, losing the person you loved is hard. Rebuilding your life is painstaking work.
I now understand how contrast works. It sits somewhere in my bones.
You can be the saddest you’ve ever been in your life and overwhelmingly grateful. You can ache with loss while…
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