What Remains
Sometimes what remains is actually still beautiful if it’s possible to get over the loss and pride of what once was. Sometimes it’s swallowing hard and embracing what is coming next. I know that that’s big words for some issues and I’m not really looking for a fight. *just because you read it doesn’t mean it was a solicitation of opinion.
Believe me when I share that I’ve known plenty of loss and damage in my life. I also have a few huge hurdles to get over. At least I am lucky enough to know what those hurdles are so I can plan my life and my well being in advance.
There have been circumstances in my earlier life that I let consume too much of my time, emotion, life. Absolute tragedy. Absolute abuse. Absolute violation. Absolute abandonment. But mostly I’ve been a victim mostly of my own poor decisions, my lack of ability to grow a back bone, to just say NO! or to move on when I wasn’t taking care of myself or being taken care of by those closest to me. It’s been tough and I’m covered with the scars, inside and out, but what remains isn’t what was. Hopefully, the next set of scars are leading to something beautiful, too.