This turning point I’ve had this week, the renewing, the rediscovery, the freedom… I’m learning what it doesn’t mean.
It doesn’t mean I’m an extrovert now.
It doesn’t mean I can meet a million friends for coffee.
It doesn’t mean I can set myself free from the daily boundaries I’ve set in place.
It doesn’t mean I have more words to say in any given conversation.
It doesn’t mean anxiety didn’t creep right up on me, in a very uninvited way this week.
It doesn’t mean I’ll abandon prescriptions and my better living through chemistry.
Here’s what it means:
It means I’ve come to terms with that fact that Robb died, he isn’t coming back, and I am free to live.
That’s what it means.
That’s all it means.
And that’s enough.