I caught a glimpse of myself and smiled.
Not the person I am now, but the person I thought I’d be, 11 months ago.
I had big ideas and the motivation to go along with them. I had plans.
But at the risk of completely losing myself, I had to let it all go.
It had become too much… life had become too much.
Lately, though, I feel her in there.
I catch her out of the corner of my eye, singing or dancing, and she feels weightless in comparison to the anchors I’d been carrying. This lighter version of myself is a refreshing relief.
I find myself excited about life again, about the upcoming holidays and about myself and my dreams.
I had been pulled below the waterline into the murky space where the sun’s rays did not reach.
Not quite all the way down and certainly not at the bottom.
I’ve been there before and it isn’t pleasant.
Just below the water, I floated for a bit, and now as I’m propelling upward once again, the air is clean and the sun feels good on my face.
The light and warmth are welcoming and feel like home.
Oh, there you are…I remember you
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