Growth provokes mourning, but mourning also provokes growth … the growth of letting go and leaning into life and its lessons.
As we practice letting go and being okay – breathing, accepting, allowing – we find peace waiting gently, curled up at our feet, where it’s been all along.
Underneath we’re all the same, perfectly imperfect, doing what we can, making our way through life, searching for a warm blanket and a tender hand to hold.
We don’t set out to be assholes. We start out hoping to do something great, to leave our mark on the world … in an effort to be loved. And then we get lost.
This is usually a topic reserved for women raising children on their own. As a single father of two children, I was an anomaly.