the last step is the hardest

Today, I am grateful for the beautiful moments.  This morning, I was sad and crying and at the exact moment the heaviness began to lift the sun rose behind me basking me in an overwhelming beautiful rose light. 

I am learning the last step leaving “a prison” is the hardest, it’s the moment the reality of leaving the known hell for the unknown heaven hits you like a brick. This is the moment when it is critical, I open my heart and take the leap. 

I accomplished running a new and more challenging part of the river, and thanks to the guidance of my wise bestie, I did it! 

I delighted in skipping out on work early, in getting out on the water, and in an outdoor screening of my favorite movie with my best friends and two adorable little kids who had never seen it sitting next to me.