Repairs…

It’s New Year’s Day and I am thinking about the road ahead, like many people.  However, I’ve been preparing for that road for a while now, so maybe I have a head start.  I’d like to think I do, but given there’s no real end to things it may not make a bit of difference.  So what does the road ahead entail?  Kindness — that’s my battle cry.  

Stephen realized the impact our separation had on my immediate family recently in a conversation we had about it.  He’s planned on how to repair and move forward in a productive way for him and I applauded that.

However, that raises the possibility for repairs needed with his family, those members he is open with about things personal to him. Given that his closest sister was an advocate for him being out of the relationship with me, is there repair needed there?  I don’t know; something to ponder. What I did by leaving him was done at his request. I don’t know if there’s anything I should do except to leave that as a decision I made in kindness and not look back with the “what if” or “what else” perspective.  I’ve made the best peace I can with the other members of his immediate family.

No one said this road would be easy. There’s continuous road work ahead and no end of construction season.  As pot holes and break downs happening along the way — I will deal with them. No advanced work can be done for something unexpectedly requiring repair.  

Get comfortable with being uncomfortable, best I can do.  

Love letter to my parents…

M&D – I want to take a moment to acknowledge and appreciate your love and support this holiday. I know you’ve told me a thousand times that I shouldn’t feel guilty or apologize, so this is not about that.  It’s about sharing the love you freely gave me, give me over and over. Without pause or rebuke, ever.  

Family is safety for everyone.

You ask me to be smart, but that’s become the voice in my head.  Nothing wrong with that voice, it’s intuition.  Other people smarter that me have said that the voice in your head comes from our parents; to deny that is to dismantle the wisdom you’ve been given. Everything holds wisdom if you look hard enough, right?  Good, bad and every moment in between can be our teachers if we let them. 

But yes — I am being smart, can’t help it.  I’ve always been smart.  Sometimes too smart for the rest of the world to catch up to me.  This is where the patience I’m working on comes in.  Patience and understanding are two other gifts you’ve given me. Thank you.  Those gifts bring so much kindness attached that you can’t help but put that kindness back out into the world. 

I love you both.  I wouldn’t be me without each of you, and you both know that’s true as hell.