A magical thing happens when you look back at somthing and see it for what it was. Not from rose colored glasses but with a clear pane window.
The past 2-years have been really fucked up.
And that’s okay.
Tonight, during a conversation with my wife, she said somthing that forced emotions to crawl from the attic in my head. I couldn’t figure out what it was until it quietly rolled out “it’s been a fucked up year.” After hearing that, she reminded me what has happening before her cancer diagnosis… so, yes, it’s been two years.
Being able to look back at something and being honest about it and starting to shed the emotions wrapped in it is a magical and powerful thing.
Here’s to continued shedding.