Life is a fickle thing. It’s capricious and unpredictable by nature, and it can sometimes go away without giving the slightest warning. When this happens, it can feel like a gut punch that robs you of the precious breath and tranquillity that sustains your life, throwing you into a spiral of confusion and suffering, making you a prisoner of your sorrow.
This week I want to share another short piece with you. It is a little reflection that I wrote recently about my struggles with moving on and the remnants that haunt me. I think it might resonate with some of you struggling with loss, change, and moving on. I hope you enjoy it.
This week, we want to talk about loss, control, and why our desire for safety is probably robbing us from experiencing joy in the present.