Yesterday was filled with the disappointment of lost opportunities and unfulfilled dreams. A failure to achieve what was set out to do followed by a flood of tears with the promise of drowning in sorrow or washing it all away.
But this morning, the sky glows brighter than the flickering flames of my parents wood stove on a cold winter morning. As I make the hour long commute from the small town I work in to the small town I live in, I want nothing more than to pull over and capture what I’m witnessing on film, but there is no good place to do so and the heavenly lights change all too quickly. The bright colors fading into the blinding glow of our closest star as it crests over the horizon illuminating the new day, with new opportunities and new dreams, that now lie sprawled out across the horizon just waiting for us to chase them. And I am reminded that in life, we often find ourselves at crossroads just like this one - an intersection of our failure and our future.
What we choose do at these intersections is entirely up to us. We can wallow on the path of our failure blaming and berating ourselves and others OR we can choose to let go and forgive - turning towards the future and pursuing it with a passion as brilliant as that of the first morning sunlight. With two Littles looking to me as an example and to meet their needs I have no intention of wallowing.
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