Autumn has arrived. Marked by falling leaves when the wind gently shakes the trees. Streaks of red and yellow are beginning to appear.
Births are happening all around us. Fall flowers bloom, pumpkins ripen, caterpillars hatch, and acorns line the trails.
Fall used to be my favorite season. This year I’m lacking excitement. I have been referring to myself as broken.
But this week I came to the conclusion I am wrong. I’m not broken. A small, valuable piece of me is missing.
2 years ago a new relationship was born. Exactly 1 year ago that relationship completely died when he left. Today I’m admitting for the first time I’ve never healed from that loss. I haven’t figured out how to completely let it go so I can move on.
Part of me doesn’t want to completely let it go. I don’t want to live as if it never happened. I want to embrace it. I want to learn from it. I want that experience to give birth to hope.
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