This is a little weird. There are currently two posts left before I have nothing left to say. Or at least nothing that has come from a place of hurt and pain.
It’s still there. I still hurt and there is still pain. Those things are part of life.
But it’s been a really longtime since I wrote from a place where the pain needed a way to escape, and I needed a way to find healing.
Life goes. I think it goes well, but only time will tell, and only I get to choose how that happens.
That’s a good lesson from the last 11 months of writing. I get to choose. I can choose how it happens, I can choose how I interpret what is going on, and I can choose how I react.
Overall, I think it’s good that I’m moving forward. Moving on to do new things is the right choice for me. I have some fear and trepidation over geographic moves and about starting a new job, but I also know I can make my way. I know it’s possible and I can make things happen that will be to my benefit.
And if I can’t alone, I certainly can with divine assistance. I wouldn’t be confident and able to move forward if I had not experienced atonement and healing along the way.
I’m excited for something again. I know it will be difficult–probably harder than I expect–but it will be worth the hard work.
Speaking of work. It’s time to get up and start working at details again.