Throughout the everyday hustle and bustle of life it’s good to be able to return to a place of comfort. Where the people there put their arms around you and let you know just how much they love and support you no matter what.
Yesterday was not a good one for me. I experienced somewhat of a personal failure and in the midst of it all got a few reminders that some of the people around me are only okay with me as long as I’m doing what they want, when they want.
The sense of being able to return home was much-needed and the void of my support system which have passed on was quite evident. The saying is true, time does make things better but there are still those days when you wish you could get just a little MORE time with the loved ones you’ve lost.
In those moments, however, comes the realization that life does go on and a renewed appreciation for the memories you shared blossoms. So even though I wasn’t able to return home in the physical sense, I found myself there in spirit. Re-visiting this personal place of comfort gave me just what I needed to pick myself up and keep on going.
Until Next Time…