Hey T, I agree, though we only see what people choose to post, they do come through. Who you are, what you are made of, comes through to me.
It is so difficult for me to see my son and my sister struggle so. To know that I cannot fix it. That is so hard for me to accept. So hard. They are the two people I love most in this world.
They are extraordinary people. Extraordinary. I am honored and blessed to be part of their lives.
So it is that and so much more.
There is a restlessness in me, of sorts. And it is true, as my friend Bea says. That, for me, when I feel this way, it is a backing up to take a leap over a big puddle.
It is part of a path for me to move forward again.
And that excites me and scares me just a little. I am not afraid of the work I know it entails, though.
And I understand that the very best things can come from the hardest work.
So, I will continue to think it through.
And when I can put it in words that make more sense, I will. And I know my friends on here will be there to cheer me on, boost me up and tell me like it is.
