Tonight, I’ve finally decided to let go.

I realize that I’ve been grieving over the death of a dream. I’ve been holding on to the agony and the pain of what once was. That’s why I kept feeling sorry for myself. It’s because I chose to hold on to remnants of that dream of a future that can no longer be. At least not in its previous configuration.

I’m alive and I can continue to thrive if I so choose. I choose to live and I choose to thrive. I have so much to offer to the world. It could have been much worse for me, but my strength and my hope has made me a survivor. I’m ready to move on now.

Everything I’ve invested over the last 8+ years of my life isn’t for nothing. It all becomes a part of me. All those experiences are now and always have been a part of me to bring/share in this next chapter. The hopes, dreams and aspirations all add value to that next person/relationship in my life. And for that, it brings a smile to my face.

Wisdom, it’s all wisdom. And I will get to share it with someone I love. The excitement of it all gives me something to look forward to.

And for that: I am grateful.