We were talking about small victories, about the little choices we make along the path of finally moving on.
She and I both have our stories. We have our chapters where we had everything we thought we wanted, and turned the page to find out that those were the things we could not keep.
My fingers pressed the buttons and typed a sentence that I didn’t even know was true until after it had been said:
“I tried to make time and space my healer.”
I became the person who thought miles and state lines would be the medicine I was desperately seeking.
Sometimes I’m both the fight and flight type of person. When it comes to others, count on me to fight. But when it comes to my own pain, you’ll usually see me headed toward I-85. So, I learned the art of leaning into time and space. I put them on a pedestal and just knew that…
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