There are so many things no one tells you.

As though it’s a rite of passage to learn difficult lessons.  As though we all should feel lost, afraid, angry and alone at multiple times in life for multiple reasons, and no one is compelled to help us out.

Like how life can feel happy and settled and you can feel blessed and lucky and so overwhelmingly content and then a wrecking ball blasts through your whole world, taking no prisoners, leaving havoc in its wake.

Like how you think you’ve worked out all the kinks, done all the growing and learning and accepting but then still be knocked over by a feather.  A tiny, inconsequential  moment that would otherwise be forgotten before it’s even acknowledged ….  But this particular feather dismantles your carefully built life with a swirl.

I’m having a day and I’m feeling painfully alone.

And I know I will survive.  I will move through this as I’ve moved through all the obstacles I’ve faced to this point.  But I know it will hurt.  And I know things will be irreparably changed.  And that knowledge hurts almost as much as the obstacle.

Xox, g