As I finish writing in the last couple of blank pages of a lake journal I started in 2015, I find myself deep in contemplation this morning about how much has changed. About how much has stayed the same. About how I have made so much progress, and no progress at all. This journal is… Continue reading Surfacing
It isn't that I hadn't noticed that my pajama pants were tattered. It was hard not to notice, I just couldn't bring myself to throw them away. Giving ourselves permission to do what we know needs to be done gives us freedom. And a lesson.