I bought a home and survived the one year anniversary of my dad's passing. Home free! Things will be getting better. Wrong! Frustrated. Uneasy. Weepy. I'm fighting all of these feelings while I feel like I am drowning in them. The harder I fight, the more I lose. I don't understand, until I let go.
Letting go feels so good. I feel free, safe, and happy. Why does it take so long for me to remember? Why do I fight for so long? Is the struggle really necessary? OK, what lessons will I learn from these couple of weeks. Patience? Growth? Will I be motivated to move on (career wise)?
Almost drowning...means surviving. That's what I'm doing! SURVIVING!!!