Well, we made it, Wildflowers! Battered and beaten, some of us. But we made it to the end of 2016. I can't even with the relationships that ended (ahem, mine included), the celebrities who died, or the people who were elected. It seemed at the time like it was one frigging nightmare after another.
But when I spent a little time in that magical, liminal time between Christmas and New Years Day, I was able to find some bright spots, really gorgeous bright spots in the year. And I hope you did, too.
In the final analysis, you can find practically any upside from painful experiences. In my world, Isaac and I are over in the form we were in, but have worked to keep our friendship in place. He's very much in my life, and I'm very much in his. It's actually a beautiful, remarkable thing that we've become, and I'm proud of it. If anyone has to endure a break up, my wish for them is that it goes like ours did.
Some other relationships in my life, well, they didn't fare as well this year. And, after a rough little patch there, I realized that I am perfectly ok with all of it.
The truth is...you can evolve - or devolve (but Wildflowers EVOLVE, right?). People might go, but then new people who are more lined up with the us that is now come in. I've learned not to fight it anymore. A truly low depth of misery is trying to convince someone who doesn't want to be part of your life that they should stay. NO. If you want to be in someone's life, let them know it. If they don't want to be in your life, let them go with love. Relationships of all kinds are hard, and they change. And at the point of the change both of you have an opportunity -- dig deep and get to a place of more profound understanding --or flee. And flee is a perfectly legitimate option for some. It's ok. They're ok. You're ok. Everything in life, every single solitary feeling, comes from either love or fear. All you can do is manage your own stuff. And if you are working from a place of love, you will feel it. And that's all that matters.
It's ok. Say goodbye and let 'em go, mama. Freedom is on the other side of that fear.