I am wondering, “What comes next?” I have our sweetness again, an unexpected blessing of saying goodbye more irrevocably. Free, but not with you. I don’t even try to determine which side of that choice left the greater impact.
There are still plenty of chains to break. My indoctrination into hopelessness – as a way of appearing unflinching and honest – was pretty air tight. There are some things I wonder if I can ever believe are possible.
But I’m starting. Starting in a small place, that got broken entirely out of love and hope. If I can decide for myself what to make of this inner reckoning, I can decide when the next thing comes along.