08/15/2024
I found this saved in my photos. I think at the time I saved it, I was imaging my evolution, my growth. I pictured myself growing into a better version of myself.
Growing, learning, failing, but always getting back up. Standing and starting over and over again.
I see the beauty in it all. Through the laughter, through the tears. Through the dark and into the light, but then I see grey. The many shades of grey.
Who I was is no longer who I am. The same but different. Stronger but not because I’m fighting to survive. Stronger because of where I’ve been, what I seen, and what I did. Shame, guilt, hate. All old, but familiar friends of mine.
Through this new lens I choose to see. It’s filled with love and I cannot unsee. No regrets. No resentments. No judgement. No hate. Like the leaves of a tree, it all falls away from me.
Where the wind blows is where she goes. Who she was is not who she knows.
