cuddle....

Happy. Content. Ready. Finally... Moving from denial to acceptance is a transition almost indescribable. It was like treading against a torrential current, fighting, struggling...losing. It wasn't giving in; it wasn't giving up. It was accepting my path. Accepting a new road. Willing to turn the page and engage in a new chapter.

The knowledge and understanding that it will be hard is still there... constant. But I'm prepared. What is the point of life if not to take risks? I can't be content to sit and dwell in the same place, stuck in the same rut, hoping for change, for progression, for success. I have to create my own. I have to pursue my own. I am ready.

Tears have come and gone and come. Sadness dawns its little head every now again, creeping its way into my realizations that this is the last time and that is the last time. But it scurries away as quickly as it comes, and I am able to remain happy in the moment.