I am out walking Dasher this morning. The air is crisp. The light is dim. There are few people in the streets. I am thinking about recent events and changes in my life. Then it hits me. Once again, just as I think that it is done, that I am ready to move on, I realize that I can't skip this piece. It is something that simply has to be done. I can wince and wail. I can pretend and I can feign completion, but that will not make it so.
In order for me to be done with this last relationship, I have to take the risk of being in the next one. I have to be vulnerable to being loved and hurt again. I am not sure that it means I have to love someone, simply that I have to be willing to experience the pain I have hidden myself from. The ying and the yang of life.
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