Cocoon
This morning, I came across an old CD that I used to listen to repeatedly during my daily commute.
Strange.
One of the songs that used to make me tear up - ok, let’s face it, bawl - now makes me smile and look back at that period in my life warmly, lovingly, fondly…
Time does heal, without regretting or forgetting.
Often when I drive down the PCH and watch the waves crash against the shore and think about this time, my heart fills up with love and I let it flow through me. It’s a beautiful start to my day.
And now here I am… “grown up” (ok, perhaps that’s questionable)… but at the very least comfortable in my own skin, and I’m finally Here, at a point where I can truly say I love myself and all my imperfections.
So…
I thank You, for helping me get Here.
