Baby steps.
On Friday, the realisation started to sink in. The reality of what was done, what is and what will now be finally found a place inside me. It's still soft and mouldable and hasn't found a shape just yet. But it's there and its presence is rather comforting.
On Saturday, there was a liberating sense of letting go. But it was tinged with the sadness of giving up.
On Sunday, I started packing. I kept the hard lessons learnt and the rose-tinted memories, but left the pain and burdens to burn and crumble into ashes.
Today I took the first step towards the next chapter. I'm almost giddy with relief. There's something empowering about hope and new beginnings.
The dust has settled and I can see clearer now.
Me.
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