There are days, like today, when I miss my old life. Nothing is particularly wrong with the one I have now. In fact, it’s better than ever in many ways. And yet, it only takes a song or a photo or a scent or a flash of a memory to bring me to my knees. Nostalgia is deep and visceral.
In these moments, I’m grateful for the chance to truthfully tell myself, you did not waste those years. Those moments were good and they were not lost on you. There is nothing to regret. Thank God for that.
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On the cusp of a big transition, bracing myself for the undertow, and this one hits home today. Thank you for sharing. 🤍
You are not asking for my advice, but… go limp, sister. Maybe embrace, rather than brace, and enjoy whatever comes next.