There were still feelings of sadness present after this epiphany, because I knew I had to have a discussion with another who was part of this particular situation. I knew they weren’t going to like my decision. However, the empowerment I felt trumped all feelings of grief and sadness, and it ...
Not in the past, where mistakes and failures lie in wait to torment you with reminders of where you weren't good enough, of all the ways you failed. And not in the future, where a million fears are ready to pounce and weigh you down in the incessant possibilities of ways in which life can go wrong.
I can clearly point to a feeling of heightened emotional intelligence for having the courage to rebuild a relationship with my father. I do love him, all of him. Do I still see and feel the angry person of his youth? At times, yes. Do I love him any less for it? No.
Has anybody stopped to define exactly what we are talking about when we tell people to be in this somewhat mythological (and obviously desirable) thing called the moment? Google tells me it is a noun that means a very brief period of time.
I will never fall in love with the feeling of a first Downward Dog again. I will never again hug my high school friend when she finds out she’s going to be a mother again. I will never again make a best friend while studying overseas. I will never share the most ridiculous inside jokes with the ...
Close one chapter and let another begin. No one is asking you to finish the book; just allow yourself to turn the page.