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Boston is officially my home. My address has been changed, I have an appointment on Thursday with the State of Massachusetts to get some much needed (and vitally important) information sorted out...and then following that I have a phone conference that is also imperative.
I spoke with someone from Portland tonight, sorting things out, figuring out details, the beginnings of tying up loose ends and attempting to figure out a plan from over three thousand miles away.
I sat outside for a few minutes after this conversation, the reality of my days events unfolding, clothing me after a day of resistance. There comes a point where we must relinquish the inevitable and just let go, and so I did.
My life, being in the transitioning stage that it is, brings so much to the surface. Faces from long ago appear on the wall that stands in front of me, like an projector flashing the past- good and bad. My eyes well up with tears.
Letting go doesn't mean forgetting- nor does it mean a discontinuation of love- it just means that this journey we call life, is a path that I am choosing to travel about, alone at times, with aid when needed at a dime by a request- I must learn to utilize that. For I am stubborn (there I said it) but must learn to trust those in my life...especially the ones that offer a safe haven and sincere love and careness with no motivation.
My wish- remember all the parables that I left the South with. Embrace that my life is an overgrown garden full of deep rooted weeds that need tending to.
I am scared. For I have this thing that resides at the core of my being, soul, heart, or whatever it is that you want to choose to see it as- but I need to explore that and for once in my life, not sabotage myself. Wish me luck...
Being scared is not an option
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