The grief hasn’t let up for me since I posted this pic of my mom in her sweet jumpsuit on the 9/11 anniversary the year after her death, a few years back. Grief over the loss of both of my parents, the loss of our pre 9/11 way of life, and now the losses that have come with this awful pandemic.
I am learning so much about myself though. I see just how strongly I resist and fight against change.
Whether it’s the change or loss of a job, a relationship, the freedom to board a plane with a full bottle of shampoo in hand, or to forget to bring a mask in public, I struggle with all of it.
While life is drastically different than it was in August of 2001, when I can let go of my wishes to time travel and accept the changes and transitions that come, I can be present and I don’t miss out on all the good stuff that has come into and remains abundant in my life.💙💙
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